Eloise
Hey, I didn’t get a chance to talk to you about this, but I thought I’d take you guys on a tour of the city tomorrow if you’re up for it?
I know you have the day off, but I have a list of things Scarlett might like.
No pressure if not!
I stare at the text. It’s only 11 p.m. Is she home already?
I tap a response.
Gray
*thumbs up emoji*
Eloise
K. Good.
I’ll come to your place, maybe at 9?
What I want to say is “Are you still out with Gump?” because it’s making me nuts knowing they left together. Especially since I don’t really know what kind of guy he is and because I think I know exactly what he wants from her.
But it’s none of my business.
I tap out another response.
Gray
*thumbs up emoji*
I suck at this.
I watch as the three dots on the left side of my screen start moving, then stop. I find myself wishing she was here, telling me one of her incessantly long stories. Her rambling is the opposite of annoying. It’s comforting. And somehow, endearing.
I set the phone down and throw my head back on the pillow.
Then I sit up and grab the phone again.
I shake my head, go to set it down, and then I just decide to type out something.
Before I can overthink it.
Gray
Home from your date already?
I hit send. And I sit and stare.
Eloise
. . .
I watch the dots disappear, and I wish I could take it back.
What am I doing?
But then, my phone buzzes in my hand, startling me.