There was a long pause before texting bubbles surfaced.
V: You concede that I won our calling game, and you have yourself a deal.
J: I concede.
V: To what?
The competitive streak in me hesitated, but I gritted my teeth and gave Vivian what she wanted. The truth was, I did have the better end of the deal.
J: You won our calling game.
A side-smiling face flung up onto the screen, followed by another text.
V: When is your meeting with Rajesh?
J: Thursday.
A wide-eyed emoji popped up and I replied.
J: I seem to recall you helped me in less than five minutes before my last meeting. I have faith you can pull this off.
V: This is different. When you get home, FaceTime me. I need to see your wardrobe STAT.
J: Or you could come over and take a look for yourself…
Another long pause.
V: Does this complete honesty start now?
J: Every time we communicate.
V: I just want to clarify that our date isn’t a real date, and I’m not sleeping with you.
Well, that was blunt, but I did ask for it.
J: Asking a stylist to come to my apartment to look at my wardrobe is not my usual pick-up line, so you’re safe.
V: Good. Are you home?
J: No, but I can leave now. Have you eaten yet?
V: I’m still at work, but I can grab a quick snack before I leave.
J: Nonsense. You’re helping me out. I could at least buy you dinner.
V: You will buy dinner on our date ;) In all seriousness, I’m fine, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a nice chilled glass of Pinot Grigio or Chardonnay…
J: Consider it done.
V: Text me your address. I’ll leave here in about a half hour to give you time to settle in first.
J: Sounds like a plan. See you then.
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