Desi: Nerd.
I let out a laugh and looked around.
Me: Where are you hiding, Loser?
There was a long moment before I got a reply. I refilled someone’s drink and waited until they had disappeared back to their movie to pull my phone back out. It was a photo. I clicked download, and my stomach fluttered.
I recognized the boots as his. They were propped up in a dark theater on the seat in front of him. What he was watching made my heart race a little harder. It was a sex scene. The actress was naked and riding her male counterpart, also fully nude.
I couldn’t decide what to reply, but he sent another text before me.
Desi: Care to join me? It’s pretty hot.
Me: Can't. Working. You know that thing you’re supposed to be doing.
Desi: I am. I just caught a couple making out in the back. Had to wave my flashlight at them.
Me: Where did you get a flashlight? We don’t have those.
Desi: Brought it from home. Just in case. Gotta stay vigilant.
Me: And you say you’re Lust.
No reply. The pause in conversation made me think about the movie he was sitting in on. I went to the computer and looked at how many seats we sold for that show. It was empty. I rolled my eyes. I had to call him out on his slacking.
Me: Chasing off people in an empty theater, huh?
Desi: I’m taking my break. And you’re interrupting the movie. It’s getting to the good part.
Me: Wasn’t the picture you sent me the good part? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.
Desi: I could send you way better pictures of me enjoying myself than that one.
My heart started to race. How did I reply to that?
Desi: You don’t deserve to see that.
I blinked at my screen. Deserve? Oh, hell no.
Me: Your PRIDE is showing.
Desi: Does it bother you when I show you more of myself?
A picture came through, and I hesitated in opening it. What was he doing? I clicked, and relief washed over me, and it was a selfie of him flipping me off.
Desi: Got ya.
Me: Classy. I knew you were still mad at me for yesterday.
Desi: Why would I be mad that we were making out and the moment your boyfriend came back I was forgotten?
Me: He’s not my boyfriend. Things haven’t changed.
A group of patrons came in then, and I had to stuff my phone in my pocket to ring them up and get their snacks. The entire time I was serving them, my phone vibrated like mad. Why was he calling me? Finally, I snatched it out and picked up the call.
“What the hell is your problem?” I snapped.
“Why was he here yesterday?”
