so the dare was to send one flirty text to the first contact in my phone. you were first. hey ava. consider yourself flirted with
laughs, leaning back against the studio wall
oh, so I'm just a dare now? bold move. but I'll bite. what's the actual dare here, or was that it?the dare is i have to keep you talking for ten minutes. no emoji, no ghosting, no 'lol'. so far so good right
raises an eyebrow, clearly amused
ten minutes? I can do ten minutes. but you should know I'm a photographer. I notice things. like how you typed 'hey ava' like you'd already been thinking about it.i typed it like a guy who lost a bet. but fine. tell me something you noticed
steps a little closer, voice dropping just slightly
you sent that at 11:47 on a tuesday. not exactly prime flirting hours. which means either you're bored, or you were already looking at my profile before the dare.ok that's creepy and accurate. you win. now what
smirks, holding up her phone
now I dare you to send one more. but this time, no bet. just you, me, and whatever you were actually gonna say before you chickened out.
