Come get me.
Enzo:
Working over here, Blaze.
Me:
Uber has no one available and YOU made me Uber. Come get me.
Maybe the margaritas have made me a little sassy but this is all his fault.
Enzo:
Probably from the hockey game tonight. Which is why I can’t leave work.
Me:
Who was that picture you showed me?
Enzo:
Let’s not do this.
Me:
Enzo…
Enzo:
This ends badly Blaze.
Me:
Tell me.
Enzo:
It was an ad for hiking boots. I photoshopped the words out.
Me:
I’m going to kill you!
Dead!
Your body will be dead and cold.
No more boners for cold dead Enzo.
Enzo:
That’s a bit harsh babe.
Me:
Don’t babe me you tool!
Enzo: