She doesn't know why, but she feels the urge to text him.
*do you like yellow roses?*
His reply is immediate. She was sure she was the only one up so early on a Monday.
*yellow roses?*
*like these*
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*i'd never thought of them before*
*most people haven't*
*i love them*
*and i'm not a fan of yellow*
*me neither*
*but they're my favourite*
*right outside my balcony*
*yellow roses and human blood*
*what else do you like?*
She thinks she must be crazy talking to him like this. This is not classified as flirting. Right?
He wonders what he is doing, talking to his roommate's girlfriend.
On a completely different note, tomorrow's the reunion at Puzzle's bar. He can't forget to text the boys confirming.
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
