Tears well in my eyes, and my attempt to blink them back proves futile.
“You don’t need to prove anything to me.”
“I know, but I want to.”
We sit side by side, talking about nothing in particular and laughing like we used to until Kiki finishes every last morsel from her plate. It’s a slow process, and a tiny amount by anyone’s standards, but she’s eaten all of it.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say, embracing Kiki in a hug. I never want to let go. “I’ll see you soon.”
Chapter Seven
Onthissamesummerevening, I manage to fall down the proverbial rabbit hole of the Myers-Briggs type personality indicator while laying in bed, and I spend far too much time debating with my internal Summer as to whether I should slide into Danny’s DMs with the results.
I draft countless messages, and delete every single one. He probably isn’t interested, anyway. After a lot of second-guessing, I go for it, opting for something short and simple.
Sophia: Straddling the line between INFP and ENFP.
Again, I mull one kiss at the end, two, or none. In the end I opt for one. I sign a kiss at the end of every text I send; why should it be any different for him?
My finger hovers over the little blue arrow icon. For something that shouldn’t matter, I sure am overanalysing the shit out of it. I hit send, and a little while later, my phone chimes with his response.
Danny: You can’t be both. Pick one.
Sophia: It’s not that simple.
Danny: Go with the one that feels most natural to you.
After further research and deliberation, I make a decision, figuring that most likely, I’m an introvert. Correction: Sophia is an introvert; Summer is an extrovert.
Sophia: INFP.
Danny: Good girl.
Sophia: I’m not a dog.
Danny: Shit, I’m sorry. Slip of the finger.
My mind wanders to the times in recent memory when I’ve admired his hands, and I can’t help but imagine those fingers slipping somewhere else. Heat rises through my body, turning my cheeks crimson.
Danny: Fun fact: human personalities can always be attributed to that of our canine counterparts.
Smartass.
Three grey dots continue to bounce on the screen.
Danny: Stop rolling your eyes.
Sophia: I’m not.
I am.
Danny: According to Professor Google, the Cavalier King Charles matches the INFP personality type.
Sophia: I can’t believe you just likened me to a dog.
Danny: I happen to have a soft spot for Cavs.
A lazy smile spreads across my face.
