The Bet

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'Hey babe...'

'Eww, who's your babe?'

'You my love.'

'Pfft, in your dream.'

'Yes, you're indeed in my dream now. So how's work today?'

'You really won't leave me alone do you?'

'Not a chance.'

'Why? Do I know you, where do you even get my number?'

'I don't know and I drunk dialed you.'

'You don't know, what is that suppose to mean? And you text me not dialed me.'

'Oh...'

'Yeah oh. Really? That's your answer?'

'Does it matter how?'

'Of course it does, even my co-worker doesn't have my number.'

'Don't you have any friend?'

'Yeah one before she decided it will be great whoring around with my douche of an ex.'

'Well that's sucks.'

'I passed that.'

'So what's your name?'

'Ian Moone.'

'Ian Moone? That sounds like a fake name.'

'Well if you know how to get my number, I'm sure you can crack this fake name and let me know. *Smirk*'

'Are you challenging me?'

'Oh yes I am 'babe'.'

'Alright then, challenge accepted. Just so you know, I know you too damn well but I'll crack this Ian Moone shit because I won't let my baby down.'

'Cheesy are we big guy. *Smirk*'

'I know you love it when I said that. *Wink*'

'*Rolls eyes* Get lost.'

'Goodnight baby, I'll see you around.'

'Freak.'