“That’s fine. How about your phone number?”
I’m caught off guard by the question. I hesitate, thinking about it.
“Yeah. Sure.” I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. I scribble my number down and hand it to him. He finally moves out of my way so that I can leave the coffee shop.
ChapterSixteen
Probably Parkour
I’m curled up on my couch, watching Netflix by myself late in the evening, when my phone buzzes. For some reason, the first thing that crosses my mind is that it’s Oliver, even though there’s no reason for him to be texting me right now. It’s not like I have any reason to want to hear from him. I should feel relieved when I pick up my phone and it’s not him.
Tina
Hey! What are you doing?
This is how she usually starts the conversation when she wants to go out, but I’m in my pajamas and my bra is off which means I’m in for the night. I start typing out a message to tell her this but she sends another text before I can finish.
Tina
Are you at Oliver’s?
I decide that this is a good opportunity to keep up the act.
Priscilla
Yeah, what’s up?
Tina
Oh cool! Your shirt is officially stain-free. I’ll bring it over.
My face blanches. I curse under my breath. I stare at my phone, trying to decide what to do. It’s a little too late to say, “Never mind, I’m at home.” There’s only one option I can think of. I send a text to Oliver.
Priscilla
Soooo Tina is bringing my shirt over…
Oliver
Ok?
Priscilla
She’s bringing it to your house.
Oliver
Weird.
Priscilla
She thinks I’m there.
Oliver
Oh… I see.
Priscilla
