K: Uhhhhhhhh gross?
C: He was my practice patient in lab earlier. For, like, a cleaning.
K: What? Did you FLOSS him??
C: Um, yesss …
K: I don’t know how you can think about kissing him anymore. Or even talk to him. After your hands were in his mouth. As a dentist I would be too embarrassed to see any patient more than once I think.
C: Well anyway, in between the various cleaning tools or whatever he was teasing me, SORT of? By like, making fun of Chicago. He was like, “Your hometown is the most promiscuous city. I read it in an article.”
K: IS that teasing you? Or is that like. Pointing out a statistic.
C: It’s the dumbest kind of flirting.
K: It’s like, “Something about you is horrible and I don’t like it.”
C: He is so cute though. Sooooo cute.
K: He doesn’t seem that cute.
C: Yeah he’s not that cute.