What a weird combination.
Me:
Don’t knock it until you try it.
Six:
Okay, okay. So, what I’m hearing is, if I ever want to impress you, all I have to do is show up with Oreos and peanut butter?
Me:
The real stuff, though. The off-brand versions never taste the same.
Six:
Cherries and Oreos? I’m one step closer to cracking the mystery of who you are.
Me:
How would that even work? Are you going to go to every store in the country and ask for their customer lists?
Six:
If that’s what it takes.
I find myself smiling a little, imagining what he must look like when he says that. I can almost hear the teasing tone in his voice.
Me:
A dessert for a dessert. What’s your go-to snack?
Six:
Oh, Cherry baby. You just opened the floodgates. Where do I even start? Brownies, gummies, cookies… Basically anything that’s loaded with sugar.
Me:
So, you’re a child at heart. Got it.
Six:
I’m not ashamed. Sweets are a basic necessity of life.
Me:
Is there anything you don’t like?
The dots appear and disappear for what feels like forever until the text comes through, making my chest tighten.
Six:
Not knowing who you are.
I read his text over and over, my eyes tracing the words. He thinks that only because he doesn’t know me. What if we meet and it’s awkward? What if I’m not as funny or interesting as the girl he’s imagined? What if he thinksshe’s not what I thought she’d be?
My stomach churns at the thought, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’d disappoint him.
Me:
