He thought about those lines of texts that were sent to him. Was he bad at ‘hooking up’? Well, probably since he never made it a mission to put it somewhere in his schedule to do so. The man had a low libido as it was, he didn’t need to be reminded of it. It was only his closest confidants that got that sort of privilege; he simply couldn’t trust or had the time for others.
[TEXT]: I don’t do any of those.. I suppose. [TEXT]: Revealing who I am might cost you your life…
As cheesy as that might sound it was the truth. Any number that he came in contact with was instantly traced for credentials. Since this obviously a wrong number, he didn’t have to fear too much about what to come of it. This was probably someone in the slums looking for a night out for those mere minutes of pleasure; not uncommon in the Wall Market.
[TEXT]: I am an important figure in the city.
That was one way to put it. She can ascertain how important he was on her own.
@star-snow-flake