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Alana| Jared
"Welcome to Karen's florist shop, Yale girl."
"Good intuition."
"Good timing."
"Of course. You shouldn't expect anything less from my awesomeness."
"Other than predictability?"
"You're annoying, Jared."
"Hey! It's unfair you know my name and I don't know yours!"
"..."
"Come on. You owe me a name."
"Ugh, fine. It's Lana."
"..."
"Hello? Did my name scare you off or something?"
"Nope, nope. Gimme a second."
"One. There goes your second."
"Funny. Anyway, I was going to say that Lana is a nice name. In Greek and American, it means light. In Gaelic and Irish it means child and in Hawaiian it means—"
"Jared, did you search up my name on google?"
"Maybe?"
"Heh. You might as well look up your next words on there too."
"Hey! I like to know things so I search it up before I forget."
"Like how you forgot the meaning of 'florist' the first time I called you."
"Are you ever going to forget about that?"
"HAHAHAHAHA. Let me see—umm—no!"
"Ugh. I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"
"Right you are, Jared flower."
"Ew. Just don't -"
"AWW. YOU'RE SO CUTE!"
"..."
"Uh, not like cute cute. Like pathetic cute. Bad cute."
"Bad cute?"
"Oh, would you look at the time? Bye!"
Click.
"Cute? Guys are not cute. Girls are cute. Fuck, that's such a sexist statement. Sorry." Jared mumbled to himself then paused. "Did I just indirectly call her cute?"
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