Page 109 of Crossing the Brooklyn Briggs
I send her a text, even though she hasn’t responded to any of my texts yet today. She’s at school, so I don’t blame her for focusing on her classes.
Me: I noticed you took the leftover waffles for lunch today. I guess you liked them. *winky face*
To my surprise, she texts back immediately.
Queens: Those are the best waffles I have readers in my life.
Queens: TASTED
Queens: I got too excited to send that text so I didn’t proofread. *smiley face*
Then suddenly she’s calling me.
I grin and answer, curious to see if she meant to do that. “Hey, Queens.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to hit the call button.”
Knew it.
“I don’t mind,” I tell her. “I’ll listen to your voice any day.”
“I have my last class starting in a minute, so I can’t talk long.”
“That’s okay. Any minute I get with you is a good minute.”
I need to figure out a way to get an accidental video call to be more of a possibility so I can see her blush. I’m sure there are some messaging apps that have a video call button in an inconvenient place.
“What have you been doing today?” she asks. “This rain has been crazy.”
“Thinking about you, mostly.” While that’s true, I’ve managed to get a lot done, all things considered. Today has been a good demonstration of my ability to do my job while still constantly thinking of the moment I get to kiss Brooklyn again. I want to do my work faster so I can see her sooner, and that’s a feeling I’m going to hold on to and never let go.
Brooklyn giggles. “You’re full of it, Torres.”
“I’m really not. I’m counting down the minutes until you’re home from school and I can show you just how not full of it I am.” I glance at the clock on my nightstand, grimacing when I realize it’s barely after one. What am I supposed to do for the next two hours? Houston has a team thing this afternoon, and I basically have no other friends. I haven’t minded before now because it was easy to get sucked into work.
“Hey, Queens?”
“Yeah?”
“Have I told you that I love you?”
She lets out a deep sigh. That had better be ahappysigh. “Not today you haven’t.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Torres.”
I shake my head, tempted to laugh. “Ireallylike when you call me that.”
She does laugh. “It’s a good name.”
I’m glad she thinks so, because someday I’m going to offer it to her. We can share it.
“I should go,” Brooklyn says, though she sounds reluctant enough that I do a fist pump. Not that I don’t want her to do her job, but I want to be wanted.
“Remember, I’m counting down the minutes.”
“So am I.”
