Page 22 of Not Dating Material
You’re talking to the wrong person if you’re going for the guilt trip.
Me:
True. Madden can never resist that.
Seven:
Too bad I know that curiosity is good for the soul.
Me:
Mine is shriveling up.
Seven:
Something that bright? I doubt it.
A tickle of nerves crosses my stomach. Sure, I could get up and go over to his desk, answering my questions at once. I could take off his headphones and have a proper conversation instead of typing away and distracting myself, but talking to him like this is different. Seven’s intimidating. I know he’s not as scary as he looks, but it’s not even that. He’s … a force. Gravitational. I can’t help but get distracted by his presence.
And he thinks I have a bright soul.
I’m not sure if that’s something he’d ever say to me out loud, but I’m reluctant to break this little conversational spell.
Me:
Can you be bribed?
Seven:
Nope.
Me:
Bought?
Seven:
Sure. You buy me a new car and we’ll talk.
Me:
Hot Wheels, okay?
His huff of a laugh comes again. It’s a nice sound.
Seven:
Sorry, Tiny. No dice.
Me:
Tiny, huh?
Seven:
Hate to tell you, it’s stuck now.
Me:
