How to Destroy a Badboy
I checked my Facebook for ten minutes, and while I'm scrolling down on my newsfeed and laughing at some memes, someone just chatted me.
"Great performance last night."
It was Lance Anderson. There's a quick smile on my lips before I decided to reply.
"Thanks, man, ur performance is dope as well."
I replied with a clapping hand emoji.
"U wanna grab some lunch?"
He chatted back. I do like Lance, but at this point, I wanted to finish my job first thing before flirting with him, so I chose not to give him a reply, though my ass is already laughing out of happiness when I saw his message.
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