Haha, I’m sure he would much rather stay with you, but thanks for the offer.
Me
I’m serious
Sometimes, my brother Jason will take him for a few hours, and his daughters will run him ragged and then he curls up on the couch with them for hours during their princess movie nights. It’s adorable.
Hannah
I’m sure it is, but it’s okay, thanks for the offer
Me
Next time we end up on a call, I’ll make sure you get some Arson loving.
Hannah
I’d like that
I try to think of something else to bring up, to continue the conversation, but I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of anything. I’m about to start looking up conversation starters on the internet, when the bubbles appear on the screen again.
Hannah
Do you work tomorrow?
Hmm. Do I flirt? Or do I be normal? Maybe a mix of both.
Me
Sure do. Why? You want to see me?
Hannah
Oh, um, I was curious if I’d see you out and about. I work days.
Me
Yep, I work days too. Not that I’d ever wish something bad to happen to someone, but maybe I’ll get to see you tomorrow. Cause I wantto see you.
There isn’t an answer for a long few minutes, and I worry I’ve gone too far. I can’t seem to get a read on her, on what might be too far, or just enough. I’m a natural flirt, and I’m holding myself back a bit, not wanting to scare her away.
Hannah
I’d never wish bad on someone either, but I’d like to see you too.
I throw my fist in the air when her message comes through. Hell yes.
9
HANNAH
Oh god, did I really send that message? I’m so nauseous. Is this what flirting feels like? The constant urge to vomit and pass out all at once while butterflies swirl in your stomach and your heart races? Or maybe this is a new kind of anxiety attack that I’ve never experienced before. That could be it.
“Hannah, breathe,” my sister reminds me through FaceTime. After Thomas sent the message about wanting to see me, I started to panic. As only a big sister can, she helped me through it, and even helped me flirt a little bit back. If that’s considered flirting.
Thomas hasn’t replied yet. It’s been over a minute. His responses are usually pretty much instant, so why is it taking so long? Did I do it wrong?
“He hasn’t responded,” I tell her, my voice shaking in my anxiety.
