She laughed out loud as she sent that message. There was no way they wouldn’t discuss her name but he would immediately see through her suggestion for doing so via text. As much as she heard his voice and imagined his expression when they text it didn’t carry the same weight as being face to face.
Her intention had been to avoid, maybe more deflect and defer from asking the question she was struggling to phrase, even in her head. She had blurted it out in her message and it was too late to backtrack and yet she still didn’t know what to say, how to say it, how to make it sound anything less than foolish. Perhaps that’s why she’d blurted it out though to avoid the possibility of brushing it under the carpet of her mind, but it was out there and he was waiting for her to ask it.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she said aloud.
