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Me: If I ask, you have to share. We made a pact.

Dream Girl: Damn you and your honesty pact.

Me: LOL you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Dream Girl: Promise you won’t tease me.

Me: Never. I love teasing you.

Dream Girl: Dammit, but I’ll share it anyway.

Me: On our road trip.

Dream Girl: What kind of music do you like?

Me: What kind of question is that?

Dream Girl: If we’re going to be in a car for hours at a time, I need to make sure we’re musically compatible.

Me: Lol, musically compatible.

Dream Girl: It’s a thing.

Me: Hannah, we’re compatible.

Dream Girl: You don’t know that. You barely know me.

My heart thuds heavily.I’m tempted to type out a list of all the things I know about her just to prove her wrong. She knows me too. Though I can’t say I don’t want to learn more. There isn’t a thing I don’t want to know about Hannah.

Me: So get to know me. Let’s go on a road trip together. You can ask me whatever you want during the trip.

Dream Girl: Whatever I want?

Me: Whatever you want. I’m an open book. Part of the honesty pact.

Dream Girl: Fine. But I control the music. And you drive.

I chuckle.Like I’d ever let her drive.

Me: Done.

Dream Girl: Seriously? Just like that.

Me: Yes, just like that.

Dream Girl: Why?

Me: You’ll understand eventually.

Dream Girl: I’m tired, and you’re talking in riddles, so I’m going to let you win this one.

Me: Okay, dream girl, get some rest.

Dream Girl: Okay.

Dream Girl: Daniel.

My chest warms.Fuck, I love when she uses my name. I can practically hear her throaty voice saying it.

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