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Tess: Oh shit—that sucks…

Drew: Yeah, it does, because this professor is a dickhead and loves listening to himself talk.

Tess: Don’t they all?

Drew: This one wrote the textbook and wants everyone to know it.

Tess: Ooooh one of thoseeeee

Drew: Yeah—one of those.

Drew: What about you, what are you doing?

Tess: Same. Sitting in class. It’s an easy one, though, English Lit. I’m practically napping and need some distraction.

Drew: Ahh, so that’s why you slid into my messages, LOL. Lucky for you, I'm an expert in the art of distraction.

Tess: Oh, please. I've seen your attempts at distraction.

Drew: Ouch. I see how it is. How about some captivating conversation?

Tess: Captivating conversation? What are you, a thesaurus? *yawns* I suppose I could be persuaded.

Drew: So have you ever wondered if aliens are secretly among us, posing as normal humans?

Tess: LOL oh god—classic alien conspiracy theory. I'm pretty sure I've met a few aliens on campus.

Drew: Same. This professor might actually be one. They're probably here to gather advanced equations to take back to their home planet.

Tess: Makes sense. That's the only logical explanation for their presence.

Drew: And you, my dear, are clearly their leader, gathering intel on quadratic functions.

Tess: Shhh, don't blow my cover. I'm deep undercover.

Drew: I'll keep your secret safe. But only if you promise that next time I see you, I get to see those amazing boobs again

Tess: I’m flattered you’re still thinking about those…

Drew: Uh, have been since that first weekend.

Tess: Awww… you say the sweetest things.

Drew: And they say my brother has all the best moves. Ha.

Tess: Speaking of the best moves, I'm seriously on the edge of falling asleep… if it happens, I’m blaming the baby.

Drew: No worries, I'm here to rescue you from the clutches of boredom. How about we play a game?

Tess: A game, you say? I'm listening….

Drew: Game of questions. I just googled “Best questions to ask on a first date.”

Tess: Is this our actual first date?

Drew: God, I hope not.

Drew: Shit. I should have taken you out on one when I was there. I’m such a fucking dick. Dammit, Tess, I’m so sorry.

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