Ashley Thomas
Prep School Chick gets your number as a dare And starts texting you.
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As I settled into the cozy corner of Starbucks, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me. It had been almost a year since I traded my cap and gown for a lab coat, navigating the complexities of my new job as a chemical engineer. While waiting for my order, a sudden presence disrupted my thoughts.
An attractive blonde approached, wearing a uniform with a monogram that read
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
I chuckled.
She handed it over, a mixture of relief and excitement on her face. As I typed my number in, I asked,
I shook my head, amused, and left the café, the encounter lingering in my mind. Days blurred into routine at work until one evening, when my phone buzzed, shattering the stillness of my apartment.
Incoming text: is this the guy from Starbux the other day???? This is Ashley. 😉
An attractive blonde approached, wearing a uniform with a monogram that read
St. Mary’s Preparatory School,her expression a mix of nervous energy and determination.
Uh, can I have your number?she asked quietly biting her lip nervously, almost a whisper.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Just like that? You don’t even know my name.
Okay, fair point.She fidgeted, glancing back at a table of giggling friends.
But it’s, um, a dare. I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds!
Really? A dare?I couldn't help but tease her, my curiosity piqued.
It’s just that I have to get an ‘a cute guy's’ number. You're the first one I saw!
I chuckled.
That’s a high bar you’ve set for yourself! What if I’m not even that a cute?
Come on, just give me your number, please? Look, I’m 18, this isn’t that creepy.
I don’t usually give my number out to strange young women….Alright then,I said, extending my hand.
Give me your phone.
She handed it over, a mixture of relief and excitement on her face. As I typed my number in, I asked,
So what’s your name?
Ashley,she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Well, Ashley, there’s my number.I returned her phone, trying to maintain a serious expression, but failing as a smile broke through.
Okay, thanks for doing this.she said. as she turned to go back to her table, her friends now leaning in eagerly.
I shook my head, amused, and left the café, the encounter lingering in my mind. Days blurred into routine at work until one evening, when my phone buzzed, shattering the stillness of my apartment.
Incoming text: is this the guy from Starbux the other day???? This is Ashley. 😉