"Give me a number," June deadpanned as Pablo picked up the call.
There was silence in the other line before Pablo spoke in a flirty tone.
"Why don't you give me your number? Wink wink!"
June massaged the bridge of his nose. "Goodness," he muttered in frustration. "Did you just say 'wink wink' out loud? And you already have my number! How would I be able to call you if that wasn't the case?"
"Oh, right," Pablo chuckled. "Why do you want a number, anyway? Is this your weird way of asking me out?"
"Just give me a number, or I'll block you," June deadpanned.
Pablo clicked his tongue. "So cold and impatient as always. Fine—seven."
"Why?"June couldn't help but ask.
"Well, I don't know," Pablo said. "You were the one who asked me to give you a number."
"However, for some strange reason, I already had that number in my mind before you asked for it."
"Yeah, but what was the reason?" June pried further.
