Only nerds will understand how the word "philandiga" is flirting XD:
“So, what do you have me saved as in your phone?”
“My goodness, I totally forgot what I came here for. Aren’t we supposed to be getting dinner? Do you want sushi?” I glance toward the door, pretending to evade the question, but he just frowns at me like a disapproving mother.
“Now who’s trying to change the subject?”
“I would never. And I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” I raise my eyebrows innocently, and he rolls his eyes.
“You know if you don’t tell me I’ll have to steal your phone,” he warns like that’s a threat he can back up, and I laugh out loud before realizing he’ll think I’m laughing for a very different reason than the real one.
Instantly his eyes flicker with frustration, maybe even irritation, as his frown becomes sincere.
“I might be a lot slower because of this chair, but you’ve never been fast. Period.”
“Maybe not, but I have the grip strength of a coconut crab. You couldn’t get your gameboy out of my hands when we were fourteen, and I’ve only gotten more obstinate with time.”
He relaxes at that, nodding his concession, as I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pull up Google maps.
“So there’s a Greek restaurant 20 minutes away and a Japanese restaurant 15 minutes away…”
I look up and he’s staring at me with his eyebrows raised in mock innocence.
“What?”
“What what?” He keeps his eyebrows raised, apparently confused at my suspicion.
“Yeah, whatever…,” I shake my head, looking back down at the phone. “I’m in the mood for –”
My phone starts ringing in my hand and I look up at him with unamusement.
“Look, you’re still not getting the phone out of my hand.”
“Don’t have to,” he laughs, and before I can step out of the way he picks me up and turns me around like a baby doll so he can look over my shoulder at the phone screen.
“Philandiga?” he furrows his eyebrows the instant he reads his contact name. “What on earth is a Philandiga?”
“Look at the picture, genius,” I roll my eyes, tossing my phone into his lap, and taking several steps back so he can’t try to pick me up again.
He glances at the contact photo and then looks back at me with mixed disgust and bafflement, “A spider? You have me saved in your phone as a spider?”
