Hold my arms above my head and push my face into the bed 'Cause

How long she could delude herself into believing her parents were going to text 'psych!' any minute now.

When he spoke, she finally looked up from her phone. Her eyes lingered a moment as he bit his lip before she obliged, moving over so he could get his phone. Distraction. Lola's demeanor changed then, pushing her hair back and canting her head before flashing a dazzling smile. "Everything still in one piece? I know I'd just die without my cell sometimes-," she joked (well) before gesturing across her table- "Were you drinking alone or...?"

he took a moment to shake his head as if dismissing the minor inconvenience that had just occurred. "Fortunately, the phone's still fine," he said with a chuckle, tapping the device in his hand for emphasis. the light smirk that curled at the corners of his lips hinted at something playful brewing in his mind.

after a brief pause, he let his gaze lock onto theirs, the smirk deepening into a full, confident grin. "Though," he added, his voice lowering just a friction, 'I wouldn't mind it holding your number." The words hung in the air between them, filled with a blend of humor and genuine interest, as Francis let the moment stretch, waiting to see how they would respond to his bold but good-natured advance.

In any case, Spencer had decided to stop. That's why he'd ducked into the coffee shop, grateful no one was there to recognise him. The longer he stayed off the field, the more he'd have to get used to that. Being a footnote, a 'oh yeah, I remember him'.

He had to get outta his own head. After ordering, he slid into a booth and tried to relax. That's when he heard him-- "Your what?" Phone. Spencer unfurled his brow long enough to duck under the table, picking the phone back up. He eyed it for a second before handing it over.

"I appreciate I sound like my granddad when I say this but don't you think life would be much simpler without these things?"

He shook his head, still trying to process the idea. "I’m sorry, I’m just… surprised. Truly." His tone softened slightly, but the astonishment remained. It was hard to picture how anyone in today’s world could willingly distance themselves from something as essential as a smartphone.

Michelle had intended to begin sketching on some projects. She had a lot of ideas but every time she intended to work on them, she'd get distracted. It seemed today would be no different. An attractive man sitting alone? Before she could even question whether he was actually waiting for someone, she had taken the seat across from him. A grin crossed her face until the chaos ensued. Doing her best not to burst out laughing. Clearly she should have made her presence known.

"So, so sorry, I'm —" Making sure her own devices didn't fall, she careful lifted the feet of her chair, grabbing the phone so she could inspect for any damages she might've caused. Well it was hard to say she would be fully to blame but she was at least partially responsible. "Hmm, you must be a spy. I don't think I've met someone so attached to their phone." She teased. After her inspection, she slid the man his phone. "I'm so sorry, I never imagined you would be so jumpy." Then again, Michelle didn't actually know this man.

He paused for a moment, leaning back slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I’m usually not this jumpy," he continued, the lightness in his voice belying the way his gaze momentarily shifted to the side as if scanning the room. "But you never know when Gossip Girl will strike again." There was a glimmer of something behind that charming smile of his, a suggestion that maybe he had secrets worth protecting, even if he downplayed them. "And I keep my secrets… well, rather a secret," he added with a grin, flashing the same easy charm that seemed to follow him everywhere.

It was hard to tell if he was serious or not. Francis had this way of making everything sound like a casual joke, even when there might be something deeper beneath the surface. He was always so effortlessly charismatic, and even in moments like this, it was impossible to know how much he was hiding behind that smile.

She let out a laugh at Francis' suggestion.

"Oh sure, I'll ask for his number. And then we go on a date, we have a few laughs. He meets my friends, he makes them laugh and he's fine, sure. And then before you know it, I'm Mrs 'Tap Guy' and I'm driven to the brink. I throw all his tap shoes onto the fire and laugh as they burn!" She finished her schpeel with a dramatic wave of her arms before pausing-- "I mean, he is kinda cute, right?"

He looked at the waiter once more. "I guess in a glass half empty, glass half full kinda way." He tilted his head. "He seems a bit young, though -..." He accidentally had slept with one of his students, he wouldn't dare to make that same mistake another time (then again they didn't really leave his mind either.)