replying to @psychoeco | continued from here
“A fly.” He repeats the words with a cocked eyebrow, reaching down to rub his calf where she’d been kicking him. His eyes rolled and he tossed his phone aside. “There, okay? Its down.” He says, arms crossing over his chest.
In her opinion, a fly was more believable than any other insect, but the way he repeated her words, she could only assume the male didn’t believe her. At least he threw his phone away which was her goal to begin with. ❛See, it wasn’t that hard to let go of your phone.❜ She snickered and in a teasing manner, she reached out to ruffle his hair. Maybe there was a hint of jealousy in her voice as well. After all, she didn’t own a phone. She wasn’t even allowed to have one but once in awhile, she would borrow her manager’s and use it the entire day if it was needed.










