Whip it out

H: So she is cute then?

Ethan looked back on the last few messages, trying to remember what they were talking about.

E: I wouldnt say cute

H: Uh-huh, and what would you say?

E: Idk shes good looking but cute is kind of not the word you use to describe a lady like her

H: Hm.

H: But she is good looking?

E: Y do you care?

It takes a while before the dots appear.

H: Is it wrong of me trying to figure out if you’re marked as cougar chow?

E: ?

E: idk what that means

H: You know what a cougar is, right?

E: Yea

H: Well, I’m sure you can figure it out from there.

E: I don’t understand why shed want to eat me

H: God Ethan.

H: How are you this dense?

E: Well im a little drunk at the moment

H: You don’t drink.

E: Of course i do

H: You were the designated driver for two years straight.

E: I drank at your cousins wedding

H: You had 1 shot.

E: I helped drink that 12-pack last summer with your dad

H: Prove it.

E: Wtf ask your dad.

H: Nonono. Prove it you’ve been drinking.

Looking around, Ethan spots the empty bottle. Snapping a quick pic, he sends it to Heather.

H: You drank a whole bottle yourself?

E: No.

Dots start, but quickly vanish. A long moment passes before they show back up again.

H: Ethan.

H: Don’t tell me you drank it with the cougar.

E: Okay

H: Okay???

H: Jesus fucking christ Ethan.

H: Did she like

H: Make a move.

H: ?

Ethan considered that question for a long moment.

E: She kissed me.

Instant dots.

E: On the cheek.

The dots stop, then immediately start up again, then stop. Sighing, Ethan was about to put his phone away when it buzzed in his hand.

H: Are you trying to make me jealous?

E: wat no.

No dots. Ethan stares at his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

E: R U jealous?

A pause, the message comes through with barely any dots.

H: Yeah.