Our phone lesson comes to an abrupt halt as my train goes into a tunnel. P’s voice goes to a place where my 3G cannot follow.
I go home that night thinking about flirting and wonder if I was or am any good at it. I ask my boyfriend shyly, “Am I a good flirt?”
Smiling, he gazes deeply into my eyes and says, “Not especially.”
Well, at least one of us is.
Curated by Erbe
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