Page 95 of If Only In Our Dreams

“But—”

“Don’t you think Grandma will be sad if you draw on her walls?” I arched a brow, waiting patiently for her to come to the same conclusion I had. Nodding sullenly, Rosie sighed unhappily. I grabbed a piece of paper out of my work satchel, passing it to her with a smile. “This will be better,” I hummed, watching as her little face stared at the paper dubiously, as if to say—how in the world isthisbetter? “Then I can hang it up at the office.”

Thatgot her attention.

Rosie’s eyes widened and she immediately clutched the paper close to her chest. Then she beamed at me and scurried off to make me a masterpiece.

When I turned back to my phone, I discovered that Robin was panicking.

Robin

…

Ben

Ben Ben Ben Ben

Ben please tell me we’re not hiking. I hate hiking. Oh god.

Me

We’re not going hiking.

I put him out of his misery, crossing an ankle over my leg and leaning back as I texted him again.

Robin

Thank god.

Me

Walking shoes, Robin.

Robin

what if I told you I only have one pair of shoes?

Me

I would ask if they’re comfortable.

Robin

they are

Me

Then you’re fine, baby.

Robin

I love that you text like an old man with perfect grammar and shit

this is my new favorite thing about you

second only to the way you say bussy like you’re eighty years old

Me

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