Page 42 of Meet Me at Midnight

ElizaBeth: Well, I hate to cut this chat short, but I have to get up for work in the morning. Not sure if you know this, but I work at this marketing firm called Banks & McKenzie.

ThunderStruck: Oh yeah? You like it over there?

ElizaBeth: I do, actually. I mean, there’s this guy named Beau Banks who’s kind of demanding, but he’s at least handsome enough to make it tolerable to deal with him.

ThunderStruck: He kind of sounds like a prick.

ElizaBeth: I didn’t describe him well, then. He’s pretty perfect.

ThunderStruck: Ha. You must not know him that well.

ElizaBeth: I guess we’ll just have to keep meeting at Midnight until we find out.

Fuck me.I’ve got a big feeling I’m not going to be able to give this up anytime soon.

ElizaBeth: Goodnight, Beau Banks.

ThunderStruck: Goodnight, Mystery Woman.

Until we meet again.

ElizaBeth: I can’t believe you actually left me a box of cookies in the seventh-floor break room fridge.

ThunderStruck: Yeah, well, I would have left them in YOUR floor’s break room fridge if you’d tell me what floor you work on, but I did my best to pick a neutral location almost halfway up the building. I can’t believe you’ve lived in Miami your whole life and never had Cindy Lou’s Cookies.

For the past week, every night around nine, I log in to Midnight, enter the chat withElizaBeth,and talk with her for an ungodly amount of time. Last night, I finally went to bed around two in the morning and was dragging ass on my way into work. Though, I didn’t forget to make good on my promise to bring her Miami’s best cookies.

ElizaBeth: I guess I’ve been deprived. Tell me, Mr. Grinch, when did you first discover Cindy Lou?

ThunderStruck: In college, actually. My mom isn’t an almond mom, but she’s not the type to bake either. By the time I got to UofM, I was desperate for sugar.

ElizaBeth: Wow. Talk about a wild college rebellion. LOL

ThunderStruck: What can I say? Cookies are safer than hookers and blow. So…how many floors did you have to go in the elevator to get to that break room? Or did you not even have to take the elevator?

ElizaBeth: Like I’d tell you that.

ThunderStruck: I had to try. It’s not easy being the only one in the dark about identities.

ElizaBeth: You’re right. I guess it is a little unfair that I know who you are but you don’t know who I am.

ThunderStruck: So…you’re finally going to bring me into the light?

ElizaBeth: Nope. LOL.

ThunderStruck: You’re a cruel woman.

ElizaBeth: Not cruel. Cautious.

ThunderStruck: Cautious of what?

ElizaBeth: Of what all the things coming out of the dark would mean.

ThunderStruck: I have to assume an ominous tone with that last bit, but have you considered all the positive things that might happen in the light?

ElizaBeth: Like what?

ThunderStruck: Kissing. Touching. Dating. I’m a really good dater. Very good at the wine and dine.

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