I fiddle with the corner of my comforter, reading and re-reading the same message I typed out nearly 20 minutes ago.
‘Hey Eileen! How’s it going? This is Lily. You know, the weird human from the park?’
Too casual? Too formal? God, I suck at writing. I need to stop obsessing over this and just try to relax. Early morning at the office tomorrow, and I still need to get this paperwork sorted for-
Ping!
I just about leap out of my body as I frantically pick up my phone to see a reply: ‘Worried I had forgotten about you already?’
God, she’s so hard to read. Is this playful? Is she annoyed? I did stalk her and then harass her for her number and am now texting her less than 24 hours later so…
‘If you forget that fast, I’d be more worried about your brain. What kind of blood you get into these days?’
‘O+ usually. AB- if I’m feeling fancy.’
‘Whoa! Are you serious?!? Do they like actually taste different?’
‘Do fries taste the same at McDonald’s and Wendy’s?’