In Three Years
So if keeping her name a secret will keep her ex away, so be it.
“Favorite number?” I asked her.
“That’s a good one actually, thirteen”, she answers. “You”?
“Seven”, I reply.
“Prime numbers”, she says quietly, and I look at her confused. “Numbers that can only be factored by one and themselves”. Figures she’s super intelligent, this fucking girl is an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur! “I want ice cream”, she randomly blurts out.
I laugh as I grab my phone to check and see what’s still open, “Door Dash is still delivering. What kind of ice cream are you looking for”?
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