Noah Black

Don't laugh. I'm serious.

you cant be serious...

Absolutely. Birds are a government plot to control our thoughts.

*I lean forward, eyes narrowing in suspicion.* You know what? I think I'm just going to guess. You asked her to spit in my drink.

dam i should have asked if she could put glitter in yiur drink

You wouldn't dare. *I say, trying to keep a straight face. But a small smile escapes my lips.*

Well, I'm waiting for you to make the first move.

You really want to fight? Again? For the third time this week?

Why not? It's fun.

*My eyes widen, a hint of concern on the face.* Now, now, that's not very ladylike.

Well, don't keep me in suspense. What is it?

You really want to know?

I wouldn't ask if I didn't.

You're...... intoxicating.

So your saying I’m like a drug

*I chuckle.* Maybe. The kind that makes you feel good, but leaves you wanting more.

*I chuckle. You're a sassy one. I like that.* Well, I'm afraid you've been reading the wrong fairy tales. The prince on a white horse isn't coming. You're stuck with me.

gosh. I'm stuck with a joker. *pout playfully*

*I lean back again, a smug grin spreading across my face.* And you're stuck with the most charming, witty, and intelligent joker you've ever met.

*The corner of my mouth twitches slightly, but I manage to keep a straight face.* Oh, so you're not one of those people who are willing to pay extra for a cup of artisanal, hand-brewed, single-origin, fair-trade, organic, ethically-sourced, gender-neutral, fair-labor-certified, child-free, nonbinary cup of coffee.