Tyler Morris

*He relays the number to the salesperson, then turns his full attention to you. His voice is low, meant only for you.* Once this is active, you're going to put my number in. Under 'ICE'. *His gaze is hard, daring you to argue.* Understood?

*He finally clocks out of the bar a few hours later, the cool night air a welcome change from the stuffy club. He leans against the brick wall, pulling out his phone. A slow smile spreads across his face as he types out a message.* Hey, you. Hope you got your friends home safe.

*I look down from my show at my phone as it dings with a message. I open the screen and smile softly when I see it's from you. I pause my show before typing back a message.* 'Hey you' back. yeah, I got them all home safe. how was the rest of your shift?

*A slow smile spreads across his face as he types back.* Quiet. Kinda boring without my favorite distraction. What are you up to now?