Me:You found your gift?
Julian:I found something.
Me:They’re my best pair, so make sure you bring them home to me.
Julian:You’re lucky I was alone when I found them. I’d have to kill any poor bastard who got to look at them.
Me:Missing me already?
Julian:I’m looking at a lacy scrap of fabric that belongs to you. I’m not sure “missing” is the right word.
Me:Should I be concerned about the structural integrity ofyour hotel room?
Julian:Depends. Are you planning to replace the chair I’m going to break later?
Me:Julian!
There’s a long pause. My screen stays stubbornly blank, until…
Julian:If you think I’m getting on the jet early just to prove a point, you’re absolutely right.
Me:First class not good enough for you?
Julian:The last time one of us got on first class, Nathan got off with a fiancée. Hence the jet.
Me:What?
Julian:Long story. I’ll tell you another time. Tell me what you’re wearing.
Me:Such a stalker.
Julian:Celeste, I’m having withdrawals here.
Me:Sweatpants and a hoodie.
Julian:Liar.
Me:Fine. Leggings and a sweater.
Julian:And underneath?
Me:Wouldn’t you like to know?
Julian:I would. That’s why I asked.
Me:Underwear.
Julian:What kind?
Me:The kind you won’t be getting your hands on until you get back.
Julian:When I get home, I’m going to take these panties out of my suitcase and put them exactly where they belong.
Me:Which is?
Julian:Around your hips. Right before I take them off with my teeth.
Me:Five days is a long time, Julian.