Chapter 113: Her pretty bike

Samantha replied to the message after a while. She had thought of a good answer, but she couldn't come up with one.

In the end, she sent something plain and completely out of her character.

- You must be keeping your eyes shut all the time, then.

A smirk crossed her face as she imagined him reading her words and chuckling, taking it as a challenge. He would use them against her the next time they met, and it would sound so right, whatever his deep, rude voice would say.

- I wish I could.

The reply arrived earlier than she thought, and she sat at her desk, racking her brains. She was expecting him to snob her, to forget to answer or at least make her wait just like she took her damned time to write back to him.

But he only took a few seconds. He didn't even think too hard about what to write.

- Shall I send you a picture so that you don't forget?

- I will never forget, Miss Trouble.