Finally, standing up from the table he responds with, "Let's go, woman! You think you can take me?!"

Hands on your hips you defiantly reply "Any day, pretty boy!"

As you make your way toward the door, you punch his arm playfully. Looking somewhat appalled, he slugs you back. You respond by promptly pushing his shoulder, and he stumbles to the side, then glares at you venemously.

"Alright, little girl, crossed the line there..." He pulls you out the door, but as soon as the door closes he grins at you. "Wanna write down that number again?"

Laughing, you reply, "Well, if you hadn't torn it in half in the first place, you wouldn't have this problem, now would you?"

"Well, no..." he answers slowly. "But I was making a statement."

"I'll think about it," you decide teasingly.

Looking somewhat amused he says, "I guess you think I deserve to suffer for the terrible sin I've committed, so I'll just let you have your way and leave it at that." He pauses dramatically. "Of course, you'll never hear from me again, but......"

You roll your eyes. "You always get your way, don't you?"

He pauses for a moment to consider it. "Yep, pretty much."

He smirks at you as you push him away again and re-enter to fetch your purse. When you walk back out, you hand him a fresh copy of your phone number.

"This time, don't tear it," you advise mockingly, and continue on to your car without another word.

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