I hid my grin behind my bag as I pulled out my earbuds and pressed play on the song Derek added. It was slow, melancholic, and moody at first, before it transformed into something a bit more hopeful. The whole song felt like a flower slowly blooming. The rhythm and the notes made me want to dance to it. And then there was a lyric where they told a story about a guy willing to risk everything for the girl he loved. The chorus of the song gave me goosebumps from the way the singer hit higher notes, and the desperation in his voice hit the highest. Before it slowly came down, hope took over its place.
This is amazing. It's making me swoon so hard.
I didn't have to wait long for the reply; it's like he anticipated my text despite being at a party.
Derek
You're welcome.
A smile pulled on my lips, and I didn't think twice before texting again.
Aren't you at a party?
His reply was immediate again.
Derek
It's not the same without you. No one is complaining about the shitty drinks, dick videos, and lighting up the dance floor.
I felt my cheeks ache from the grin that sat on my lips.
Awww so you miss me.
Derek
I do.
Are you drunk? Admitting you miss me is so out of character for you.
I bit into my lips as I waited for his reply. We never did this flirty banter before. There was always a healthy dose of banter between us, but never like this. I felt something shift and change since we worked together.
Derek
The only thing I can drink is the 0% Beer, which still tastes like cold piss on a good day.
And on a bad day?
Derek
I wish it were water.
A laugh bubbled out of me, and I shook my head.
Try switching up your drink; that might improve your mood.
Derek
I found something better to improve my mood.
Aw, you're making me swoon. You can stop now.
Derek
Not possible.
His last two words hit me straight to the core, and my heartbeat picked up. I was worried about reading too much into our friendly exchange. Maybe he was bored and needed a distraction.
Is this part of my training?
