
“Then I won’t ask again. I’ll pretend your answer was ‘of course not, Tony’” He joked, lips tugging into a grin for a moment as his eyes remained focused on the road. “So, what made you decide to randomly text? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining— just curious.“
"Well-” she shrugged, turning her head to look at him. “I thought- if we’re going to try to make this work, we might as well try, right? And it's such a lovely day, andI don’t have a yacht, so…” she smirked.
His lips tugged upwards as he looked ahead once more, pulling up at his boardwalk. He stepped out of the car, walking...
"Those were my thoughts, too.” she replied with a smirk, glancing at him over her sunglasses. She turned her head to...