Reading Mr. Reed
I deadpanned, rolling my eyes even though I knew he couldn't see me, "You do know that talking on the phone while driving is both dangerous and I'm almost certain, illegal."
He hummed in response and then said, "I know, so if you tell on me just remember I'm taking you down with me," his tone held humor as he playfully mocked me, "I phoned because I wanted to say something to you but..."
"Oh, spit it out already," I urged him, feeling a sense of nervousness take over me.
"I believe in angels because I've had the privilege to meet one," he muttered shyly.
I cringed at how cheesy it sounded, "Don't you dare call me an angel!"
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