Emma: I love it when you talk dirty to me.
Noah: Eighteen. Flavors.
Emma: You’re bad.
Noah: Mocha… Caramel… Pumpkin Spice… Vanilla…
Emma: Excuse me while I go take a cold shower before you get here.
Noah: See you soon, Emma.
Emma: Can’t wait. <3
Later That Night
Emma: You still awake?
Noah: It’s only nine o’clock.
Emma: Yeah, but I always figured you went to bed early. #OldManLife
Noah: How old do you think I am?
Emma: Old enough to have a HANDKERCHIEF that you never use in the BREAST POCKET of your BLAZER.
Noah: That’s just being practical.
Emma: And old enough to actually use the Stocks app on your phone.
Noah: People in their twenties should be more actively engaged in their investments.
Emma: Not to mention old enough that you probably had a bowl cut at some point in your life.
Noah: This is getting personal. Did you text me just to call me old?
Emma: Not exactly. Some sorority is hosting a three-legged race at the quad tomorrow. You in?
Noah: I’m assuming I would need to wear something casual?
Emma: It would be most appreciated, I assure you.
Noah: You just want to see me in something other than my blazer, don’t you?
Emma: Guilty. But now that you mention it, clothing is completely optional.
Noah: I’m sure it is. When and where should I meet you?
Emma: One o’clock. I’ll be the naked girl standing next to our tree in the quad.
Noah: Please wear clothes.
Emma: You’re no fun.
Noah: We have a tree?
Emma: The one I was lying next to when I was rethinking all my life choices and you brought me coffee. Also the one you kissed me at.
Noah: Right. That tree.
