2 B or Nt 2 B


Robin glared at her phone. Damn text message. She could pretend she was busy. Rushing to work or something... Yeah... he might know her schedule as well as his own but he'd buy that... probably...

Then again he was asking for it... she could already picture the grin he must have made while imagining her own deflated expression at his small good humoured comment. She grabbed her phone and slowly typed:

Haha – not.

She should definitely not send it... It was start up a whole thing... damn. What the hell was she suppose to do...

Deleting her message she wrote a new one.

Lily, must talk. Urgent. Where R U?