I am. But I’ll look after Arthur. I promise.
Arthur?
The cactus. He’s called Arthur.
Why Arthur?
In honour of you.
Now I’m just confused.
Because you like all those old-fashioned turns of phrase.
I used one classic phrase once. Once.
So I figured a gift from you needed an old-fashioned name.
You’re teasing me.
I am, but the cactus is still called Arthur.
You’re crazy.
Isn’t that why you like me?
One of many reasons.
I’ve got to stop texting before I get caught. Thank you. I love Arthur.
You’re welcome. Happy birthday.
Chat later?
I’ll be here.
CHAPTER1
HARU
FIVE MONTHS LATER
I hold a slice of toast between my teeth as I juggle out the front door. I’m carrying an art folio, my lunch, and I’m replying to a message from Kyle.
Good morning to you too.
He’s been sending me good morning messages for a few months now, which is sweet, although I try not to think about how sweet he’s being. He’s a friendly guy. I bet he sends good morning texts to all his friends.
Kyle
Any plans?
I’m on my way to work if I don’t miss the—
Well, fuck. The bus sails past the end of my road, skipping the bus stop because no one’s waiting at it. I delete half my message so I can correct it.
I’m on my way to work, but I just missed my bus.
Didn’t you miss it yesterday?
