Me: Obviously. Who doesn’t love sparkly man feet?
Me: Okay, no. That made me throw up in my mouth.
Me: Zach? Did I lose you at that? Too far?
Me: Huh. Guess so. It was nice knowing you…
Me: Did I do something wrong? We tend to text often and, yeah, I feel like I’ve been ghosted for the last sixteen hours.
Zach: I think it’s sweet you’ve counted the number of hours since we last chatted. You like me.
Me: Never.
Zach: No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Delia. I was tangled up with Xavier and Marshmallow. Both shit the bed, so that was fun. Then Xavier’s mom’s car broke down and Robbie had to figure out what was up there and it was a whole thing. I wasn’t ignoring you, promise.
Zach: Confession: I picked up my phone three different times to text you today and each time I was pulled away to do something else.
Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
Me: You sent me a picture of shit. Baby goat shit and baby human shit. You’re horrible at sexting.
Me: P.S. I don’t envy you.
Me: Oh and I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I was worried I’d ruined our beautiful, yet strange friendship.
Zach: I’m not THAT easy to get rid of.
Zach: What’s on the agenda the rest of the night?
Me: Work. I’m here now. Hopefully I’ll be cut and sent home soon though. We’re dead and I could go for an ice cream and a nap—in that order.
Zach: Please tell me you enjoy respectable ice cream.
Me: Is that your way of asking me what kind I eat?
Zach: Yes.
Me: Brand or flavor?
Zach: Both, because they both matter.
Me: Mint Chocolate Chip, Baskin Robbins.
Zach: Hmm…I’ll allow it. Although BR is much better fresh, their selection isn’t horrible compared to others.
Me: And what kind of ice cream do you enjoy?
Zach: Birthday cake is my favorite but it’s hard to find a quality frozen one. I usually make a special trip across town for it.
Me: Do you go where I think you go?
Zach: Boom’s?
Me: YESSSS! Best. Ice cream. Ever.
Zach: Let’s go. Right now. Put your pants on, we’re headed to Boom’s!
Me: You’re joking…
