Prue: I’ll keep you posted but today’s not looking like a painting day.
Prue: And, sorry to skip out on you. I wouldn’t have, otherwise.
Prue: And (sorry for blowing up your phone) last night was really…nice ;)
Prue: Thank you.
No, Prue wouldn’t skip out on me. Not like me, who was fully prepared to. Fuck, have I always been such a dick? Why didn’t I realize it before? I place the phone between my eyebrows, hitting it into my forehead as I berate myself for evenconsideringwalking out on this girl.
Eventually, once the spot between my brows aches, I text her back.
Milo: no worries, killer. Sorry your mom is having a hard go. Can I help?
Prue: Oh no, I did wake you
Prue: I tried to be sneaky
I notice the lack of punctuationimmediately.Is she in a rush? Or is this how she texts when she’s comfortable with someone?
Prue: I’m sorry
Holy fuck…a heart? Whenever I’ve gotten one of those, I’ve known it’s time to cut ties. The moment the lovey-dovey emojis come out, someone’s gotten too attached. And while I’m a lot of things, some of themcertainlyproblematic, I’ve never been one to lead someone on. But Prue knows our dynamic…. She’s insisting on it. Remindingmeof it. So, it’s safe, right?
Jesus, my tongue was deep in this girl’s pussy last night and here I am overthinking lack of punctuation and an emoji. I need to get a grip.
Milo: don’t be
Milo: I’m going to take off, if you’re not coming back
Milo: I’ll come back later if Mrs Welch is feeling up for it, but if not I’ll see you when I see you
I gather my clothes from where they are scattered around the room and put them on.
Prue: Okay…
Prue: I hope you have a good day, Milo.
I read it three times. The first, taking it at face value. The second, because my intuition tells me to. And the third confirmswhat I suspected. She’s feeling insecure, like she was yesterday when she told my brother I’d blown her off.
I had been busy but, yeah, I had time to text her and decided not to. Not because I didn’t want to, because Ireallydid, but because I thought she’d be put off if I started acting too friendly. I’ve got to stop overthinking when it comes to this girl.
Milo: I will, if I get to see you again later
I sit on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at my screen as I wait like a fucking teenager for three little dots to appear while my foot taps a nervous rhythm against the hardwood floor. When she replies, I nearly punch myself in the face for smiling at my phone.
Prue: You can count on it :)
“You’re grouchier than normal,” I say, handing Nadia a glass to dust before placing it on the shop’s display shelf. “Is it because Sef finally forced you out of the house?” Nadia arrived at the brewery around noon looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“I have literally not said a single word,” my sister argues, accompanied by one of her world-famous death glares.
“Exactly…” I say, leaning out of her reach and onto the bar behind my back. “There’s only so many ways I can attempt to make conversation.”
She spins on her heel, looking at me like I’m the world’s largest dumbass and she wants to exterminate me before I have the chance to breed. “Milo, the only thing you’ve said in the past four hours is ‘sturdy shelf isn’t it?’ ”
“So youdidhear me.” I reply, smirking.
“You’re extra insufferable today,” she says, her eyes held on my smirk before they flick up to stare into my soul. “What is it? Something’s different about you.”
