Reno bounces his leg impatiently, his emerald eyes on the table. It's been three whole days since you've texted him. Three days! Were you not interested or something?

That's not possible.

All the ladies want him. He huffs and sinks in his seat, not even acknowledging Rude walking in. He picks up his phone and shoots you another text. "How was your day?" No. That's too considerate. He deletes the text and instead goes with: "What are you wearing?" Perfect.