Page 9 of What If I Knew You

Alright then. Make up my job. What do I do?

Me

LOL You sure you want me to go there?

Mr. Stranger

Do your best.

Me

Well, I could go the dirty jobs route and make you out to be someone who has his hands in shit all day, but the thought of hanging out with someone who might not wash his hands properly is a little off-putting. So maybe I should go with something more fun like you’re a world-renowned food critic and professional ice cream tester.

Mr. Stranger

You know me so well. LOL. So, we’re hanging out now, are we?

Me

*shrugs* I mean…you’re still writing me, aren’t you?

Mr. Stranger

I guess you have a point.

Me

So, are you going to make up a job for me?

Mr. Stranger

No need. You’re a nurse.

“What the fuck?” I drop my phone like it’s just seared my hand and stare at it for several long seconds.

How does he know I’m a nurse?

Does he know who I am?

Is he stalking me?

No, he can’t be. I wrote to him first. Not the other way around.

Another text comes through, making me jump when it dings.

Mr. Stranger

If you’re panicking because I got it right, you can relax. You said you worked 18 hours and made a big deal about having clean hands. I used my context clues to make an educated guess.

I scroll back up through our messages to find that he’s right. I did say both of those things.

I roll my eyes. “Way to keep yourself private Corrigan.”

Me

Alright, you got me. I am in the medical profession. But for all you know, I might be a brain surgeon.

Mr. Stranger

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