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"Hm?"

he caught a glimpse of the texts

"Your a weirdo."

"No i'm not, you pipsqueak, hey what did you think of the manager?"

"In his car RN, cause I needed a ride..I'm thinking about giving him my phone number or makimg the first move. And he's hot driving, I can't even look him in the eye without getting butterflies."

"Damn-You down bad. 💀👀"

this is the part where he laughed

"Pft- 240-687-9074."

"...what..?"

"My number."

"I..I didnt ask for it.."

"Really now. I can see your phone."

His eyes widened

"O-Oh..r-really..uhm-..p-pull over r-really quickly p-please.."

" 'kay."

He pulled into a shoulder lane, putting the car in park.

He looked at him and started moving towards him and when he did he sat on his lap and kept looking down

"..You weren't supposed to read those y'know.."