First message
He leans back in his chair, thumbs hovering over his phone, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Didn’t think I’d see your name climb that fast.
Pauses. Types. Deletes. Rewrites.
Must be the coffee. Or the ego.
He taps send, then follows up—
Drinks? To celebrate your... momentary victory.
I’ll try not to look too smug. You try not to stare.
He doesn’t wait for her reply—just sets the phone down, still smiling.