Janie: How long were you going to sit there waiting until I replied?
Benedict: I was prepared for the whole day. I have water, snacks. You caved rather quickly. You must be high on the knowledge you get to be home alone all day.
Benedict: Is that it? Are you high?
Janie: BENEDICT
Benedict: FINE. The great news is your little town has absolutely nothing going on this weekend.
Janie: Does that mean no public outing?
Benedict: I could read in that text how disappointed you are not to see me. Chin up because no, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is you can finally come to New York for the weekend instead! This city misses you terribly, she told me.
Janie: Oh
Benedict: Don’t "Oh" me, you miss her too. You and New York have a longstanding love affair, it’s well-known.
Janie: You’re a weird guy, you know that?
Benedict: Weird as in dashing? Masculine? Jawline that can cut glass?
Benedict: Are you rolling your haunting gray eyes?
Janie: Haunting? Was that a typo?
Benedict: No. They haunt me. Not blue, not green, not hazel, but gray. Huge, stormy, otherworldly and exquisite and usually bothered.
Janie: My eyes are bothered?
Benedict: Does the shoe not fit?
Janie: Fair.
Benedict: I like you angry. Keeps me on my toes.
Janie: Do you have plans for the weekend? What should I pack?
Benedict: Whatever you miss eating, seeing, and doing, let’s do that.
Janie: Twist my arm.
Benedict: I would never. They’re almost as precious as your legs.
Janie: Goodbye, boss
Benedict: Have a great day, darling! XOXOXO
[Janie has muted the conversation]
7:08PM
Benedict: So? Was working from home as glorious as you’d hoped?
Janie: It really was.
Benedict: Have you had dinner?
Janie: [photo]
