Playing hard to get was one thing, but this was ridiculous, Paul thought. With her focus<i>still </i>on her phone, he was extremely tempted to fire up his Xbox and get Amara to promptly kick some C.O.V. ass. Shooting baddies and blowing shit up kept appealing to him the more he thought about it. And, of course, the more Charlette remained locked into her phone.<br/><br/><i>You can’t be serious, Old Man. You’ve gotten this far.</i><br/><br/>Oh? And how far is that? he wondered.<br/><br/><i>Hmmm. . . .</i><br/><br/>Paul was close enough to her to be able to see what she saw on her phone. Gonna send a text, he noticed. And then he noticed its recipient. Dave. Wasn’t that her ex? he mused. He recalled meeting him once, right here at the house. Not exactly a guy who was blessed with personality and charm, he also recalled.<br/><br/>Well, he<i>is </i>Charlette’s ex, he reminded himself. He had to have “charmed” her enough in order to become her ex. "Hey, been thinking about you, how have you been?"<br/><br/>Cheeky, he thought. And he wasn’t referencing her ass. Charlette then informed him, "Keep rubbing, you might get a wish." And the cheek just got cheekier.<br/><br/>Paul kissed her shoulder, and stated, “You have a good night, Charlette. Glad we had dinner together.” Successfully extricating his carcass from her bed, he headed back toward the living room, closing her door behind him. He didn’t require a ton of bricks to land on his head in order for him to take a hint. One was more than sufficient.<br/><br/>Leaving the lights off, he enthusiastically waited on the couch as his console whirred to life. Oh, yeah. Game on, baby. Paul undeniably worshipped his Sirens from the three<i>Borderlands </i>games: Lilith. Maya. Amara. Mmmm. . . . A lethal combo, for sure.