Please give them some and tell them it's from me.
BTW don’t tell Janice I told you.
No worries, I already knew.
Ofc you did.
Plane doors closing. Talk tonight?
LMK when
Safe flight
Is it corny to say I already miss you?
No it's sweet.
The door creaked open. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
"Oh no," Tessa said, voice dripping with suspicion. "I know that look. That’s not a 'wow, this is great coffee, look.' That’s a ‘just got a text from the hot hockey player’ look."
I blinked, trying and failing to adjust my expression to something more neutral. “Morning to you, too.”
She walked in with a dramatic sweep of her scarf, dropping her sketchpad onto the nearest table. “Don’t morning me. I know that dazed, goofy smile. You’ve got it bad. Dish”
I pressed my mug to my lips to hide the grin I didn’t want her to see. “You want the long version or the short one?”
Tessa plopped into the chair across from me, swinging her boots up onto the edge of the desk. “Of course, the long one. But I know you won’t. You’ll give me some vague, emotionally repressed summary, and I’ll have to imagine the rest.” She sighed dramatically. “Fine. Give me the short one.”
Oh no. That telltale heat is creeping up my neck. “We are going to try to make this work. Long distance. I have no idea what that means?”
Tessa squints as she locks onto my eyes. “ You mean what you two are? Or how to do long distance?
“Both.”
We both laugh.
“Honestly, we didn’t have much time to talk last night.”
“Oh, really, what were you busy doing?” Tessa raised an eyebrow.
I could feel my cheeks getting red. “Oh, shut up.”
Tessa leaned back with a smug little smirk, clearly pleased that she had made me blush.
I watched her settle deeper into the chair, arms crossed like a cat about to pounce. The inquisition was officially underway.
"Are you going to see him play?" Tessa asked, her tone deceptively casual as she examined a chipped thumbnail.
I hesitated. "Wait, you mean fly in for one of his games?"
She flicked her eyes up. "Well, unless you’ve learned to teleport, um yes?"
I stared down at my mug. "Do you think he would want me to?"
Tessa smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand and groaned dramatically.
Was I really that off?
