Seventy Seven

 "What's funny about a Public Toilet Survival Kit?" In truth, the only reason she wasn't chuckling with her was that she was annoyed—James was being nice, something he most likely wasn't experienced at. But he was trying. For her. And it was getting to her.

"I'm guessing you told him about your phobia of public toilets."

 She had only told him this morning, and already he was on top of it. There was no denying he was sharp. The gift hadn't been the only thing to make her smile. No. Not long after the gift had arrived, she'd received a text message from him:

 Ever played Stay naked?

 She wanted to feel furious with him for sending her messages when not only had she not given him her number, but she'd made it clear that she wanted him to leave. Instead—like yesterday—she found herself trying and failing to stifle an amused smile whenever she thought of the text.