@HalfWritten:
I’m honored to be the fifth guy in line behind four walking red flags.
@OneLastLine:
Honestly, one of them listed “tequila and deep convos that end in bed” as a personality trait.
@HalfWritten:
...Did it work?
@OneLastLine:
Sadly, no. I was unimpressed.
The response comes faster this time.
@HalfWritten:
A tragic loss for tequila guy. A minor victory for humanity.
I laugh.
@OneLastLine:
How long have you been on this app?
@HalfWritten:
Two days. A friend convinced me to try it.
You’re the first person who’s ever messaged me.
That catches me off guard.
@OneLastLine:
Seriously?
@HalfWritten:
I know. Try not to let the ego go to your head. I had nearly lost faith in humanity too, but then someone with a personality messaged me. First time for everything.
I grin, warmth crawling its way into my chest before I can stop it.
I push away from my desk, abandoning the cold, straight-backed chair and the half-edited clips waiting on my screen. For once, I don’t care about algorithms or captions. This feels bigger than numbers. With my phone in hand, I crawl into bed, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders like a cocoon. The glow of the screen lights up the dark room as I sink into the pillows. Work can wait until the morning. This, whateverthisis, feels more important right now.
@OneLastLine:
That’s a low bar, but thank you. I’m honored to have cleared it.
@HalfWritten:
In this digital wasteland? It’s practically Olympic level.
The conversation keeps going, slowly, easily, like we’ve done this before.
@HalfWritten:
