I am through with you
He lifted a brow. The number was local, but not one he recognized.
Besides, he wasn’t dating anyone who could be through with him. He’d gone out a couple of times a month or so ago with one of the local paramedics, but he and Pantone simply hadn’t hit it off.
Still, he couldn’t resist a breakup text like that, even if it didn’t belong to him.
He tapped out a quick reply. That kinda hurts my feelings since I never got a chance to take you out
An ellipsis danced within a conversation bubble, disappeared, and reappeared. He eyed it, anticipation building.
Ohmygod I’m sorry wrong number
He grinned. So are we going out?
I don’t even know you
We can fix that, princess
Think you’re smooth don’t you?
His grin widened. Princess, I know I’m smooth. Question is what do I have to do to get you to let me prove it?