This was the third call this week — he was beginning to grow sick of your empty threats and… weirdly flirtatious remarks, he doesn’t get it. Are you trying to take him out or take him out?

“You calling again,” he grumbled into the phone, propping his feet up on his home’s couch as he lets his head fall back, a cigarette dangling from his lips, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re pretty smitten with me. This is the third call, all I’ve gotten from you are empty threats and flirts.”