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Logan: You’re not late today are you?

Lori: Nope. No a-holes made me sleep through my alarm.

Logan: Maybe you need a louder alarm?

Lori: *eye roll emoji* Nice try, buster.

Logan: Want to have dinner at my place tonight? I saw your fridge. It’s in desperate straights.

Lori: Does that mean you’re buying?

Logan: If you steal some more of those chocolate-covered pretzel things from your work then, yes, I’m buying.

Lori: Good. Pick what you want to eat and get two. I’ll eat anything except for mushrooms.

Lori: *shuddering GIF*

Logan: Anything?

Lori: Anything aside from fungi.

Logan: Anchovies?

Lori: Sure.

Logan: Oysters.

Lori: Both raw and Rockefeller.

Logan: Olives.

Lori: Yup. I especially like putting them on all my fingers and then eating them off one by one.

Logan: Lori.

Lori: What?

Logan: That’s worse than my picture.

Lori: Um. No. Nice try.

Logan: I’m imagining you sucking them off and—

Logan: I’m stopping there.

Lori: . . . I. Can’t. Breathe.

Logan: I didn’t mean it like that.

Lori: Uh-huh. Sure.

Logan: Stop laughing or no pasta for you.

Lori: Carbs?

Logan: If you behave yourself. I was also going to get dessert.

Lori: Chocolate carbs, please.

Logan: Will you be on your best behavior?

Lori: No promises. But I won’t send you naked pictures.

Logan: Not going to live that down ever, am I?

Lori: Nope. But I promise to keep it a private joke between us.

Logan: Good. Then I’ll get you chocolate and carbs.

Lori: And chocolate carbs?

Logan: *sends photo of the dessert case at the bakery* Keep it between us and you can pick your poison.

Lori: All of them.

Lori: Just kidding. That chocolate cheesecake on the left.

Logan: Done. 6pm work?

Lori: I’ll be there with bells on.

Logan: All I’m asking is for you . . . and your fancy sneakers.

Lori: *glarey eyes emoji*

Lori: Gotta go back to work. See you later.