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[Kenyatta] 8:28PM— Depends. Tops, XL. Pants, Large.

She mentally noted that before responding.

[Krys] 8:29PM— Good.

[Kenyatta] 8:31PM— Aight, now tell me what you up to.

[Krys] 8:33PM— None of your business.

[Kenyatta] 8:33PM— Yeah, okay.

Krys smirked, setting the phone down.

Done.

But before she could move on, another message popped up.

[Kenyatta] 8:37PM— Wyd anyway?

Krys hesitated. Then she texted back.

[Krys] 8:38PM— Winding down. You?

[Kenyatta] 8:40PM— Bout to put on Iron Man.

Krys stared at the message. Then typed…

[Krys] 8:41PM— Which one?

[Kenyatta] 8:41PM— The first one, duh.

[Krys] 8:43PM— Good answer.

[Kenyatta] 8:45PM— Oh? You fuck with Marvel?

Krys smiled.

[Krys] 8:47PM— Of course. Marvel over DC any day. But Marvel will never be the same without Iron Man.

Three dots appeared. Then…

[Kenyatta] 8:49PM— Ain’t never lied.

She sat there for a second, staring at the screen. Her heart did this dumb little skip that she immediately ignored.

Instead, she simply replied…

[Krys] 8:52PM— Enjoy the movie, Yatta.

A pause. Then…

[Kenyatta] 8:55PM— Goodnight, Bae.

Krys exhaled. She locked her phone.

And ignored the tiny, stupid smile tugging at her lips.

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