Page 44 of Only With Me
Staring at her message, I contemplate how to reply.
It’s been hours since we’ve talked, but I told her yesterday I was traveling today.
My reply will either make me look like a loser for not being able to get a girlfriend or a failure for not being able to keep one. Either way, saying seven years is going to make me sound like I suck at relationships.
Which I do.
But I can’t keep stalling, so I eventually type out my response.
Waylon: Long enough to know what I’m looking for in a partner so neither of us is wasting our time.
I anxiously chew my lip and wonder if I should’ve said something less personal.
When I see her typing and stopping, then typing and stopping again, I groan.
Yep, now I made it weird.
After what feels like forever, my phone vibrates with a message.
Poison Ivy Girl: Maybe we should finally meet?
Chapter Nine
Harlow
Oh God, maybe I shouldn’t have said that?
We don’t even know each other’s names and now I’m offering to meet him?
This sounds like the start of every true crime episode.
Cue the:“She lit up every room she walked into like a bright shining star. Too bad she was dumb as fuck and didn’t learn the never meet up with strangers rule.”
Mystery Guy: I’d love to.
My eyes widen that he agreed, and I internally scream.
True crime episodes be damned.
I do a little happy dance in my room before responding.
Harlow: Awesome! I’m off work on Friday.
Mystery Guy: I can make Friday work. Where do you wanna meet?
Harlow: Assuming you’re in Sugarland Creek too, there’s a newer cute cafe downtown named The Grindhouse.
Mystery Guy: Yeah, I’ve been there a couple times. How’s noon?
Harlow: Noon is perfect.
Mystery Guy: Great. How will I know it’s you?
Ooh, good question.
Harlow: I’ll wear a pink bow in my hair with it halfway up.
Mystery Guy: Pink bow. Got it.
