Nice to meet you, Goldie Dash. I’m Matty Brodigan. But I guess you know that.
I smile and type back.
I do. So…
So.
I take a deep breath and decide to dive right in.
Here’s the thing. I liked you when I thought you were James. And…
I hit send, needing to gather my thoughts on how exactly to say this.
JAMES
Jeez, Goldie. Way to keep a guy hanging
I’m trying to figure out how to say this in a way that isn’t weird
Isn’t this already weird?
I don’t know. Is it?
Well, now that you ask…
See? You don’t know either.
Okay, you win. I’ll wait patiently. But you should know that Killer isn’t nearly as patient as me.
A picture comes through, and it’s Killer, mid-bark, looking far more adorable than any little dog has a right to. Theawwthat leaves me is high-pitched, and I laugh to myself.
DAWN
I love that dog
Same.
Okay. Here goes. You ready?
I’m ready. Killer is here to comfort me if I need it.
Good.
Shoot.
I’m trying. You keep interrupting me.
This is me being patient, Goldie.
UGH, Matty!
Okay. Here goes.
I take a deep breath and type.
I like you even more, now that I know it’s you. I’m guessing you’ve always known I crushed on you a little, right? But it was always just a little crush. Nothing crazy. I figured you’d never look at me as anything other than Willa’s sister. But now that whatever this is has happened, I think you’re freaked out. And I don’t want you to be. But I don’t know how to make you *not* freak out.
I hit send and groan. I needed to send that, but crap, that was kind of the pits.