The image text wasn't expected but not wholly unwelcome. Ichigo was super interested to see what this Grimmjow character could be sending.

It was a shot of East beach, sunset in the background, some sort of alcoholic drink in hand.

This is awesome. Thanks ichi

welcome. Its Ichigo

awwwwww come onnn ur the one that promised me a good timmmme ;)

'Thats obviously not his first drink' dont text me while u drink with ur friends

what friends? Im alone here :( just moved remember?

Ichigo felt a pang of sympathy but pointed out he had a contact for a ride so he must have a friend here.

just my cuz, she and I arent close. Her fam moved here years ago

Ichigo contemplated this new information. 'Where the hell is this guy from?'

ichiiiiiii what else is there here? I jogged EVERYWHERE today. Im sick of downtown. Gimme more

Ichigo sighed, 'this fuckin guy, what the hell' what do u like to do?

The reply was an image of a jukebox, a hand splayed over the controls and the same drink sitting on top. i like dancing. I like watching dancing. I like being watched while I dance... come join meeee

Ichigo stared at the picture, it was so well done considering how drunk the guy seemed to be. The hand particularly caught his eye, with trimmed neat nails, sun tanned skin and of course just the overall size of it was insane. 'His hands are huge! Wow...'

He remembered he needed to answer (and get himself off that particular train of thought) and brought himself back to the present, no I work tomorrow

but you would've eh? That's good to know ;)

'All these winky faces are getting old' dont be annoying

booooo don't be boring

Ichigos heart panged, usually it isn't this quick for people to peg him for boring. His life is pretty exciting to him, but his ex and a few old friends all walked out of his life because he just couldn't care less about the club scene or drama or living recklessly. He knows he made a good decision for himself but it still hurts to not be good enough for the people in your life

Im not. I cant drink before work

what do you do for fun?

He hummed, -people watching. Jogging. Reading. The usual stuff

Oh so you like to watch eh?

Ichigo snorted, 'just what is this guy suggesting?' you know what I mean, pervert

hey ur the one that was coming on to ME. You dont even know who I am! Who's the pervert now? Lol

Ichigo blushed, 'He doesn't have to keep bringing that up' shut up, u know I was drunk

send me a picture

Ichigo blanched, im not like that! Jesus

not anything like that, I just want to put a face to a name

Ichigo had serious doubts that this guy was a scammer, but still felt weird about sending a picture to a stranger. You first

Lol how cute. Ur nervous? What am I gonna do? Maybe ill steal ur identity lol

omg shut up!

whatever, give me a sec

The image that followed had Ichigo dropping his jaw. The man in the photo was way too beautiful. He had soft blue hair all messed up, a black leather jacket over a simple navy-blue v neck, and one hell of a smirk that had Ichigo squirming a bit. 'This guy knows what he's doing with a look like that'. He was seated at the bar with the same jukebox in the background.
'I know that place, that's Sero, the beach bar. Nice tastes.' The bar was a favourite of Ichigos to get away, watch the sun set and of course the crowd. It was an intimate affair with plenty of dance floor for the braver souls.
'I could be there so fast, it's not even 10 minutes away... no. What am I thinking? ... He is so beautiful holy hell... He knows how to take care of his body. What the hell does he do?' Ichigo examined the picture until he got another text, making him jump.
that good eh?
Ichigo fumed at the pretty man. 'Who does he think-'
now its your turn, it better be good

Ichigo was so embarrassed there was no way he was sending a picture with a blush. He walked onto the balcony and took in a cool breath. The sun had set and the street lights were on. Even his little plant lights twinkled and winked through the various herbs.

He took another breath and set the camera to selfie setting. His face all nervous looking stared back at him. 'Get it together, it's just a picture. It's just my face.' He schooled his features and thought of the time Rukia first explained how to take selfies. There were so many rules she made up that Ichigo eventually just gave up and laughed at her. Even now he couldn't remember a single rule. He noticed the genuine smile from the memory and snapped the pic, hoping it would be enough to satisfy this Grimmjow person. He didn't want to take any more teasing. Really, he wasn't looking forward to it at all. Nope.

He sent the photo quickly and sat down at the patio set excitedly. Bringing up the last picture Grimmjow sent and staring into those pretty blue eyes. 'He won the genetic lottery, wow he's gorgeous.' He gushed internally then berated himself. 'Cut it out, he's a stranger. A perverted stranger, lost in my city, wanting me to dance... or watch him dance ... ohhh ... no! Shut up stop it. Stop it.'

As he mentally warred with his own starved perverted brain, he was interrupted by the responding text.

ichigo

'Thats it? What do I even do with that?' He fretted. He brought up his photo, it looked nice, was it too much with the twinkle lights in the background? Was he not able to do it right?

So beautiful

Well now he was full on blushing. How can someone be so upfront like that? Just who is this guy?

is that rosemary in full bloom right now? It's so beautiful

Ichigo froze. 'Wtf, he's talking about my plants?' Mortification caught him like wildfire, 'I thought he was... talking.. about... no that's ok... I'm such an idiot... fuck sakes stupid plants!'

He didn't even respond he was so mad and embarrassed. All he kept getting from Grimmjow for the rest of the night was 'lols' and 'hahahas' a mile long. 'At least someone is enjoying themselves.' He grumbled.

He settled in the tub with his favourite book, phone on silent in the kitchen, doing his best to read and not think of the blue haired demon at the beach bar down the street.