Yeah, but you don't have to buy my snacks, Kyran.
I wouldn't have let you pay for your own meal if we had been on an in-person date, so what's the difference here?
Who said I would have let you pay for your meal if wewere on a real date?
Okay. Well, I offered first. It's just snacks, Weslyn.
You're right but seriously, you don't have to.
You're stubborn, aren't you? I know I don't have to, I want to.
Well, I'm going to send you money anyway, please just accept it.
There's no saying no to you, is there?
5:34pm
And I take the word no very seriously. But it's a first date and I really insist. Just let me do that.
Fine, but I have to tell you… you sent me way too much money. $30 for snacks? I hate to tell you this but I'm a really cheap date, Kyran.
Lol. Save it for the next one.
The next one?
Yeah, the nextdate.
Who says you'll want anything to do with me after the first one?
I have a feeling.
I have a question.
What's up?
Can I call you before I go to bed?
I kind of want to hear your voice again.
I'd really like that, Weslyn.
Okay, I'll call you when I get home.
I'm flipping through the channels on my TV, trying everything not to continue watching that vampire show as I wait in my bed for herto call. Eager, might I add.
I'm still not over FaceTiming her this morning. Finally being able to put a face to the name is surreal, and my god is she fucking beautiful. I didn't know what to expect but I was pleasantly surprised when her face popped onto the camera screen. And her voice; she had an angelic voice, one that I will never allow myself to forget.
I lean back against the headboard, trying to pretend that I don't notice the thirty minutes that have passed since she last texted. I've never in my life timed the minutes it took before anything, really. Except for meetings. Those were precious minutes that I made sure to charge for, so of course time mattered most then. But waiting for a phone call from Weslyn feels like watching the sand of the world's slowest hourglass slip away at an agonizingly slow rate. You'd think I was a teenager and not a grown man.
Then my phone vibrates next to me and I jump to answer it.
"Hey."
"Hi, so sorry that took longer than I expected. I was on my way to my car when I ran into some kid from school in the parking lot and he asked me a question about class and one of the assignments and . . . Oh, god, I'm rambling now. Sorry."
She sighs through the phone and I chuckle.
"Don't be sorry." I don't miss the way I feel slightly jealous at the fact that another person, a male at that, got to take up a moment of her time. That idea feels ludicrous to me, or course, considering how long I've actually known the girl. But the feeling is there, and I don't know how to process it.
