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It wasn’t me working you hard, it was Travis

Me:

It’s your brain making it suggestive. Don’t blame me

Yeah but I had to keep up with you

Nate:

Found it a struggle, did you?

Me:

I guess that life of crime keeps you extra fit, mugger

Nate:

So funny

The message was followed by a selfie of Nate with an unamused expression on his face.

“Someone’s happy.”

“Huh?” My head flew up to see JJ smirking at me.

“You’re smiling at your phone like someone sent you the hottest dick pic you’ve ever seen.”

“I amnot! What the fuck, JJ? If I had a dick pic, I definitely wouldn’t be smiling about it.”

“I would, if it was from Killian.”

“Please. Stop right there,” I begged, and my housemate laughed.

“Okay, if you insist.” He stood, carrying his smoothie cup over to the sink where he rinsed it out. “I’m off to work now. See you later.”

When he was gone, I returned to my conversation with Nate, beginning with a photo of my pizza cooking. Why I felt the sudden urge to send him a picture of my dinner, I couldn’t say. We texted back and forth for a while, and by the time I finished eating, he revealed his original reason for texting me.

Nate:

I was supposed to pass on a message from Jonas. Can you fill in the feedback form for the app? I’ll send the link

A few seconds later, a link came through, and I bookmarked it on my web browser.

Me:

I’m assuming he doesn’t want me to mention the mix up that happened twice

Nate:

Preferably not

Me:

Guess I can’t complain too much. I got to know a real life mugger

And between you and Jonas I managed to get a new job

And met your sister.

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