Tina was smokin. The tilt of her smile as she slid her number down the bar to him undid him. “Can’t tonight,” she said, “but hit me up later.”
And so he does, because that’s what you do when a beautiful woman gives you her number. Only this white dude replies instead, posting a picture of himself with a cat. Then he says jk and claims to be Tina, only to post another picture with another damn cat. And Cal wants to be angry, but he gets distracted by the cats.
‘How Many Cats You Got Bro Shit’
And what started as a hot bitch giving him a wrong number turns into a long conversation about not-Tina’s (Nate’s) two cats and pets in general and then Cal realizes that it’s been over an hour and he’s still chatting with this dude instead of going out, so he says he has to go.
But then the next day he sees this kitten mewing inside a cardboard box and it’s supposed to rain later and, against his better judgement, he takes it home. Only he knows nothing about taking care of a cat, so he snaps a photo of the damn thing and texts it to Nate.
You that jealous of my cats? Nate texts back.
‘Someone Left It In A Box. Wtf Do I Do?’
Nate gives him some advice and, mid-doing so, takes a picture of one of his cats standing up against the television and watching it. Only the show on the TV is an old episode of this show Cal loves. So they start talking TV and it turns out they’re both addicted to Game of Thrones, only Nate has actually read the books and is a complete tease about spoilers.
And maybe he sends more pictures of his kitten to Nate, because he has to admit the damn thing is cute. He names it Tina. Cal figures it is her fault sort of anyway.
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