I think for a second.
 
 Then—
 
 Me: What was your childhood like?
 
 A longer pause.
 
 When his next message comes, it’s shorter than I expected.
 
 Unknown Number: Strict. Structured.
 
 I frown, flipping onto my side.
 
 Me: So…boarding school and violin lessons?
 
 Unknown Number: Something like that.
 
 I snort. Rich people.
 
 Me: And what about now? What do you do when you’re not working?
 
 Unknown Number: Not much. Work keeps me busy.
 
 Something about that answer bothers me.
 
 Me: That’s not an answer. What do you like to do?
 
 A pause.
 
 Then—
 
 Unknown Number: I like to read.
 
 I blink. That was…unexpected.
 
 Me: Seriously?
 
 Unknown Number: Why do you sound so surprised?
 
 Me: I don’t know. I figured you’d be more of a…I don’t know. Fast cars and whiskey type.
 
 Unknown Number: Who says I can’t like both?
 
 I smirk at my screen.
 
 Me: Okay, fine. What do you read?
 
 Unknown Number: History. Philosophy.
 
 I let out a dramatic groan.
 
 Me: God, of course you do.
 
 His next message comes faster than expected.
 
 Unknown Number: And what about you?
 
 I blink at the screen, caught off guard.