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Alana | Jared

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"I was wondering if, after all these years, you would like to meet."

"Are you asking me out?" 

"What—no! I was going along with the lyrics."

"So, you're asking me out, indirectly?"

"I think your self-confidence needs to deflate a bit. No one's ever gonna ask you out."

"Ouch. Have you seen my face? I'm hot as hell."

"Emphasis on hell."

"Hey, you're mean Yale Girl."

"I know, Flower Boy, or should I say Jared Flower?"

"Both sound disgusting. I prefer Jared if you please."

"I do not." 

"Fine, stubborn ass."

"Mean ass or wait—cocky ass, arrogant ass—"

"Okay, I get it." 

"Ha. Loser."

"Whatever. Can I see your paintings?"

"Oh, sudden topic change. I'll allow it. Sure you can."

"When?"

"Uh, you want to meet?"

"No, I just want to see your paintings without you. Of course, I want to meet."

"Geez, no need to be so sarcastic. Well, we can meet."

"Next week?"

"Sure."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow then. Aunt Karen is glaring at me."

"Too bad I didn't get to meet her the day I picked up the flowers."

"You met Jess though, right?"

"Yep. Now go, and don't get into trouble."

"Yes, ma'am."

Click.