Page 2 of The Stranger
Me: Do I know you?
I sit there staring down at my phone for the longest time.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter under my breath. I have better things to do … like sleep. I’ll worry about this mess later.
As I go to exit the app, I see three small dots appear. They just as quickly go away and then reappear once again.
Is this woman struggling to formulate a response? It’s an easy fucking question. A few more minutes pass, and my annoyance grows as I impatiently wait to read what she has to say. Is she writing a damn novel?
A growl rumbles in the back of my throat when her response finally comes through.It’s one word.Ittook her five minutes to type one syllable.
Delilah: Yikes.
Is she kidding? She posts something like this and all she can say is yikes?
Me: It’s a yes or no answer, Miss St. James if that’s even your real name. Or are you a phony who’s trying to scam me?
Delilah: I would never!!!!
Me: Still not an answer. And you would never what?
Delilah: Scam somebody. What type of person do you think I am?
Me: I have no idea what type of person you are because I don’t know you! Hence why I’m perplexed that you would think we’re a couple. And isn’t that exactly what you are doing? Advertising to the world that you are in a committed relationship when you clearly are not. In my eyes, that could be classed as a scam … at the very least, misleading and dishonest.
Delilah: Ugh.
Me: Ugh? Is that even a word?
Delilah: Of course it is.
Me: What is the definition then?
Delilah: It is basically an annoyed grunting sound that someone makes in the back of their throat when others (namely you) are being annoying!!!!
A smirk tugs at my lips because I like her sass. She copies and pastes something to further validate her claim.
Delilah: Britannica Dictionary definition of UGH. informal—used to show that you are annoyed, disgusted, or upset about something.
Me: Isn’t it me who should be annoyed, disgusted or upset? After all, I’m the person who’s being implicated in a fake relationship.
Delilah: I know and I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. *Sigh. I’ll take it down, my bad for choosing someone so testy to be my temporary fake boyfriend.
Despite my irritation by this situation, I find myself smiling at the adorable sigh she added to her reply.
Me: Can I ask why you are looking for a fake boyfriend? You’re not exactly ugly.
Delilah: Wow, thanks. Maybe this is why you’re single, Mr Prescott. Your compliments need some work.
I bark out a laugh.
Me: I’m single by choice, Miss St. James.
Delilah: Well, I’m not. I’m single because my fiancé is a lowdown, dirty, cheating piece of shit!!!
Me: I’m sorry to hear that.
Delilah: Tell me about it.
