(EDITING) "You can't keep doing that..." she whispers, avoiding eye contact with me as she pretends to stare at the computer screen. "Doing what?" I ask, acting oblivious as fuck. I just want to hear those words out of her mouth. "Talking like this to me and doing that," she replies while motioning to the pen on my hand which I just took out. "You mean flirting?" I smirk. I'm sure she knows that I am flirting with her, I have been since the night I met her. I just need her to admit to it, I…