“Did he get your number last night?” Tina asked, spinning slightly on her swivel chair. Her desk, cluttered with paperwork and a collection of quirky office supplies, was right beside mine.
“Yeah,” I replied, furrowing my brow at her. I could tell by her expression that she had something to say.
“If he texts you, don’t reply instantly,” she advised, her tone serious. “Wait an hour or so, and don’t you dare reply with a smiley or I will rip those boobies of yours!” She glared at me, her mood shifting abruptly from casual to intense. I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she could change.
“Okay, fine,” I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. I pulled open the drawer attached below my desk and placed my phone inside. For the past two hours, I had been holding my phone, browsing thr
