"So now that I have your number, and you have mine-" that wasn't Arty's idea by the way, "- we can talk anytime!"

"Yay," Arty muttered sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted."

Abigail cooed and reached over pinch Arty's cheek, to which he ducked his head in a quick dodge. "Don't. Touch. Me."

She smiled sweetly. "Awe. You're adorable."

Arty hated her.