Chapter Ten
Declan: Want to grab lunch this weekend?
Sophie:Well, well, well. Speak of the devil.
Declan: You were talking about me?
Sophie: No.
Declan: Liar. I think it’s cute. You miss me.
Sophie: I admit nothing of the kind. I was just wondering what you were up to.
Declan: So you were *thinking* about me. That’s much better. And I bet they were dirty thoughts, weren’t they? It’s okay, you can tell me if they were. I won’t think any less of you. In fact, it might make me like you even more.
Sophie: You’re incorrigible.
Declan: That’s what they tell me. *wink*
Declan:So, food?
Sophie: A girl does need to eat. What did you have in mind? Should I plan to meet you somewhere?
Declan: Name your poison and I’ll bring it to you.
Sophie: I’m not picky. Whatever you want is fine.
Declan: Oh Sophie. *shaking my head* You make this too easy.
Sophie: Oh be quiet! You know what I meant.
Declan: I do, but that doesn’t mean a guy can’t wish.
Sophie: That’s pretty much all you think about, isn’t it?
Declan: Yes. Pretty much.
Sophie: Did I already say you’re incorrigible?
Declan: I think this might be the third time.
Sophie: Well you are. And you shouldn’t say these kinds of things to me.
Declan: Why not? You know you like it.
Sophie: That’s neither here nor there.
Declan: Aha! So it’s true. You *do* like it when I tease you. You just don’t *want* to like it. Duly noted.
Sophie: How have you not been strangled to death by some exasperated women before now?
Declan: I wouldn’t mind you wrapping your hands around me. ;-)
Sophie: Goodbye Declan.
Declan: Goodbye Sophie.