They weren't even that close. Hell, this was literally the second time they were having a real conversation since they met. Sure, they had each other's numbers, but not one damn text, not a single call had been exchanged. Maybe she had tried, but since Parker had no phone on him this time, those calls probably went straight into the void.
Parker leaned back in his seat, watching Atalanta sip her drink like they had been best friends for years. Which was wild because—
"Crazy how we've only talked twice," he muttered.
Atalanta tilted her head. "Huh?"
"I mean, we barely know each other," Parker said. "But here we are. Chilling like we've been through three seasons of a buddy cop show."
Atalanta laughed. "Yeah, it's weird, right?" She swirled her drink. "We even have each other's numbers, but someone never texted back."
Parker smirked. "I didn't even own a phone in the last days."
Atalanta blinked. "Wait—seriously?"
