Miles
ALIVE CHECK??
If you don’t text me back I’ll go total suburban mom on you and call every mother fucker I know until I know ur ass is alive
Me
lol, I’m alive. showering. calm down
Miles
Calm?? Me??? Be serious
Me
ur right, calm is like a foreign language to you
Miles
Rude. Also—Nathan? He’s still ignoring me. Tell me you’ve heard from him
Me
no. nothing. radio silence
I stare at my thread with Nathan. Last message from me:Seriously?From last night. Fine. One more ping into the void.
Me
NATHAN?? Hello? We’re all freaking out at this point.
No read receipt. Of course.
Clothes, hair, armor-level mascara. I glance around the apartment knowing I should spend the morning cleaning before class, but if I stay here, I’ll end up sketching his mouth and talking to birds. Which, honestly, has already happened, but we can try to pretend I’m normal for one morning.
So, instead, I pull my phone back out and shoot off a text to Miles.
Me
Coffee before class? My treat.
Miles
Bet. Be there in 20.
And just so you know, I’m ordering the biggest coffee they sell. I deserve it after last night.
Me
Oh? What exactly happened last night?
MIiles
Girl, please. Let me get caffeine in me first, then you’re getting the unabridged director’s cut.
Me
You better. I want all the details.