Drop the Bomb
Robbie has started to called again except the conversations are dry, terse and short. It’s like he swoops in with a bomb and then leaves the scene of the crime. Last night’s conversation was this, exactly.
Robbie in a sexy growl, “Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“I’m actually heading to bed. Just wanted to say hello! Night!” Click.
I have no idea what to make of this…at least it’s better than talking about the weather, which is what he did last week.
