You grab a notepad and pen from your purse, scribble your number on a piece of paper, and tear it out. You carefully fold it, then lean over Tay's shoulder and hand it to him. "Give me a call, baby," you instruct him in a breathy, seductive voice.  

He blushes but gives a slight laugh. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."  

You give him your best wounded look, and wail, "You're not really going to, are you? Oh, my love, how do you expect me to live without you, when I've been waiting my whole life to be with you?!"  

"You're not as funny as you think you are," he informs you.  

You burst into laughter. "Sure I am. You just don't know good humor when you hear it!"  

He ceremoniously tears the paper with your phone number on it in half, and smirks at you, as if daring you to do something about it.  

You stare at him in disbelief. "Okay, now you're in trouble! You wanna take this outside??" He appears to be considering it.

Take it outside
Nah, it wasn't that bad!