Today I leave my building and Winston is out there, and he stops me.
Winston*: (demanding) Where are you going?!
Me: Out to dinner.
Winston: (flirtatiously) Why don't we go out to dinner?
I was dumbfounded. So naturally I nervously laughed.
Me: Oh I'm sorry...
Winston: (smiling) I like lobster, we should eat lobster.
Me: Haha...
Winston: When will you be back?
Me: Oh, umm, I don't know...
Winston: (scorned) Hmm, alright. See you later.
*spoken with a deep gruff Jamaican accent
He's been getting his flirt on lately, and he's getting progressively bolder and more flirtatious.
I need to move, this is getting serious.
Just so long as you weren't playing with your hair...while this was going on.
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