Christian: Does ur boss know you text at work?
My smile is instant.
Me: He does now. But I don’t think it will matter. He’s already fired me once. Then he found out he can’t live without me, and begged me to come back.
Christian: He sounds like a jerk.
Me: I used to think so.
Hovering my thumb over my phone, I figure now is as good of a time as any to be honest.
Me: Now, I think I might like him a little.
Christian: So, you forgave him for firing you?
Me: I think so.
Christian: That’s good.
Me: How’s your grandma?
I press send, and then scan the store to make sure none of the remaining customers need anything. Everybody looks fine. I return my gaze to my phone as another text comes in.
Christian: Waking for shorter periods.
Me: I’m sorry to hear that. R U OK?
Christian: Yeah, we had a nice chat right when I got here. That helps.
Me: Well, if it helps, everything is fine here. Take as much time as you need.
Me: Is it weird that we are texting, and we barely know each other?
Christian: No, because I know a lot about you.
Me: Oh really?
Christian: Yeah, I know you steal Oreos, have an awesome boss, live in a Rapunzel tower, have a cat with a murderous spirit. You are daddy’s princess, you can’t dance, and have an awful preference for French press coffee. You have a handsome boss, and stunning blue eyes, and did I mention your boss is a stud?
I giggle as I read through his description of me, and my heart nearly skips a beat each time he mentions how cool he is.
Me: Wow. You know a lot.
Christian: What do you know about me?
Me: I know you
My thumb slips and I accidentally press send when I meant to delete it.
Christian: You know me what?
Me: Never mind.
Christian: No, tell me.
Me: I know you love your sister, your grandma, and your business. I know you loved your mom. I know your definition of love, and I love it.
Christian: You know you’re at work and have been texting for twenty minutes. Your boss is going to be so mad at you.
