So she sashays over toward you, wispy brunette hair a bit loose simply because it's the end of a long shift, and she ejects a soft, "Hey." You can't help by grin, because it's been 26 days since your first date and that was after a year-long on-again, off-again period of wild flirtation. You grab her hand and pull her toward you, partially concealed between the modestly high rows of CDs. "Hey," you whisper back.

You lean in for a kiss as your arm circles her waist to draw her lithe frame inward, but she playfully turns her head, raising her eyebrow with limpid blue eyes rolled upward in an exaggeratedly innocent pose. You smile widely now and seal your lips around her cheek, blowing hard and teasingly, "BZZZ!"

...BZZZ! BZZZ! you start in confusion, your neck in pain from the awkward angle on the couch, glancing down at the vibrating plastic rectangle sitting and glowing in the middle of your chest. You see the alert on the display flash, "It's 8:45 call me ASAP new problem"

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