Cassidy's POV:
After half an hour or so, I was immensely watching my favorite TV show - CSI, when suddenly my phone beep again. I groan in annoyance, this better not be that guy again or else I'm so going to kill him and dispose his body in a bathtub filled with acids.
I take my phone and check on the text arrived. Luckily it wasn't him, it is my brother Cade Daryl.
'Hey cupcake.'
'Hey Cade, how are you?'
'I'm fine kiddo, how's life?'
'Feels like I'm on a thrilling roller coaster ride.'
'You're over exaggerating.'
'What, that's the truth thou. Tell me your life is just a train on straight line...'
'Actually it is, I don't know why yours in a roller coaster.'
'Ugh you won't understand. Anyway what's up?'
'What, can't a brother text his sister?'
'No, it just has been a while doesn't it?'
'Yeah sorry about that kid, I'm busy with my work.'
'Yeah-yeah I know.'
'So actually I just want to let you know that I just arrived here in New York couple of minutes ago but I can't stay at your place because the company have booked us a hotel so I'll be staying there.'
'Oh, so how long are you going to stay here?'
'Sadly just three days.'
'Oh man, I thought you're going to be here like a week or something...'
'Yeah, me too but looks like it just three days. So would you like to meet me tomorrow during lunch time?'
'Sure why not, just text me later.'
'All right. So what are you doing still up, don't you have work tomorrow?'
'I wish I don't but that's not going to stop me from watching CSI. *Grins*'
'Good lord, stop watching that show and go to bed now.'
'Shut up Cade, I'm not a kid anymore.'
'Yes you are.., to me.'
'Blah blah blah, now will you excuse me, I got TV that I have to pay attention to.'
'If this wasn't because of the jet-lag I will still talk to you despite you being so rude to your ONLY brother.'
'Meh... *Chuckle*'
'Drama. *Rolls eyes*'
'But you love me! *Smirk*'
'Whatever sissy, I got to go, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, love you.'
'Hah told you. *Grins* Night Cadey, I love you too xx.'
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The Bet
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA random text from a stranger just appear out of nowhere one night, or is it really random? Annoyance starts building up when the stranger won't stop bugging her. The conversation is developing and so does the feelings. When two strangers started to...
