My Mate, My Bully
“Yup. You’ve been dropping all these soft, ‘deep conversation’ vibes, but you haven’t impressed me yet. Where’s the charm? I expected better from you.”
I lean back, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Wow, okay. I see how it is. You want the A-game. You want premium Trix rizz.”
She shrugs, like she’s bored, but I can tell she’s loving this. “I mean, yeah. You’re gonna have to do better than Winnie the Pooh references. That’s not gonna cut it.”
“Well, if you wanted more, all you had to do was ask,” I say, sitting up straighter, leaning on the couch just slightly. “I was trying to be respectful. Didn’t want to break out the big guns too soon.”
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