Me: I’ll be here all week, folks.
Zach: You’re the best wrong number that’s ever happened to me.
Me: I know. *winks*
Eight
It’s official.
I, Delia Devlin, have a crush.
On Marshmallow.
Ugh. Fine.
It’s on Zach.
We have been texting non-stop for three weeks. Hell, he bought a goat because of me! How can I not be crushing on him? Zach’s fun, and I need fun.
It wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t drop everything the moment my phone buzzes or chimes, or if he wasn’t the first person I thought of every morning…and the last every night.
Erase all of that and this crush nonsense wouldn’t mean a thing.
But it’s all true. So, it matters.
The familiar buzz of my phone alerts me to a text.
A smile forms, because I know who it is.
See? There I go again.
Zach: Hear me out. You earned me another client.
Me: Why is that? And another? How’d I snag you the first one?
Zach: Remember the guy whose number I got wrong? Well, I saved that job because I told him about your smart mouth.
Me: So you’re spreading lies?
Zach: Am I, Delia? Am I really?
Me: Well…I guess not.
Zach: That’s exactly what I thought.
Zach: I mean, I used MY charm to win him over too.
Me: You dug down deep then, huh?
Zach: Why, my dear, are you saying I don’t have charm? I’m shocked!
Me: Are you, Zach? Are you really?
Zach: There’s that sense of humor again.
Me: Why do I feel like you meant that in a sarcastic manner?
Zach: Because I did.
