“Unless what?”
He slides my phone back to me. “Unless you wanna keep at it.”
“Keep at it? Like, write the whole thing?”
He shrugs, flipping open his notebook and grabbing the pencil behind his ear.
“No thanks, that’s all you, man. I just had some ideas.”
“Text me that. I’ll see what I can do, but play around with it some more; you never know what will happen.” I ignore his idea and send him the note because if I don’t do it now, I’ll forget. “Any reason for this sudden burst of inspiration?” He tilts his head, brow arched high.
“No. Well, yes, insomnia. Isn’t that your secret?” He rolls his eyes and goes back to his book. I climb out of the booth. “I gotta go fold my clothes. They’re wrinkly as fuck. I need to find a laundromat.”
“Since when are you worried about wrinkles?”
“Since fucking forever?”
“Whatever, hey, you gonna finish the floor before someone slips and breaks their neck?”
“Oh shit, right.” I grab the mop and make quick work of finishing before heading back to my bunk. I stare at the mess of clothes and start sorting them when I remember the hair gel. Pulling my phone out, I send Ellie a text.
Travis:
Hey, I need a favor..
Ellie:
Ok…
Travis:
Is there any way you could get me some of that hair stuff I like?
Ellie:
I’m sorry you have the wrong number, this isn’t Instacart
Travis:
Don’t be like that, I’m too busy
Ellie:
What are you doing right now? And before you think about lying, remember I have your daily schedule at my fingertips.
I snap a picture of the pile of clothes and hit send. I wait for the bubbles and when my phone pings, it’s a photo of her doing the same thing.
Travis:
Don’t you wanna take a break? There’s a Target four minutes away!
Ellie:
I’m listening...
Travis:
I need hair gel, you know the hawk doesn’t look as good unless I style it with my special stuff.
