Colby:
Actually can we do that? I’ve always wanted to do that.
Colby:
…
Colby:
… I swear I’m not crazy.
Colby:
There’s this song, I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead, and I feel it on a spiritual level.
I finally took pity on her and texted her back.
Me:
Let’s not go to prison. It went well, more details when I get home, but know I miss you, and yes we can throw the stapler to the ground and have hot sex against my desk. Let’s just make sure we do it after hours so Banks doesn’t think it’s an invitation to watch.
Colby:
Thank. God. And I want to say he wouldn’t, but… the pear stealer would, he really would. Where did he come from, anyway?
Me:
No idea, he’s like the friend that forces his friendship on you until you say yes and then wonder where it all went wrong.
Colby:
So he’s me but male?
Me:
You didn’t force yourself on me at all. And don’t ever compare yourself to Banks.
Colby:
Ha ha kidding. Look at us adulting, we’re so hot right now… I mean me, I’m finally adulting.
Me:
Burning up. And you already were adulting!
Colby:
It’s getting hot in here. So take off all your clothes.
I burst out laughing. Leave it to Colby to make me laugh and change the subject. I quickly typed back.
Me:
You just aged yourself a bit.
Colby:
How dare you, sir! I’m young and know how to use TikTok. Twenty bucks you don’t even have it downloaded.