My fingers move on their own as I type from my anonymous account.
Gargoth:
Emma? Is that your name?
LoveLamb:
Yes. Nice to meet you, Gargoth.
A laugh slips out of me through my nose. I glance up—and there she is, smiling at her screen with that look.
God, I’m jealous ofmyself.
I wantLucato be the one making her smile like that.
Gargoth:
So, your hand isn’t just talented… It’s beautiful too.
LoveLamb:
Thanks, Gargoth. You’re the only one who always leaves me kind comments.
Gargoth:
Come on, I’m sure there’s a long line of guys flooding your DMs with the same compliments.
She stares at her phone, thoughtful. I wonder who she’s thinking about.
Please let it be me.
LoveLamb:
Don’t be so sure.
Gargoth:
Well, here I am—if you don’t mind putting me first on the list.
I look up and?—
Shit.
Emma’s eyes are locked right on mine from across the office.
I instantly drop my phone and pretend to be deeply fascinated by my monitor. My phone buzzes again, and it’s killing me not to respond.
Iswearshe’s still watching me.
BUT—
I’m not that old. Thirty is the new twenty, right? So, I pull up Instagram on my desktop and keep chatting from there.
LoveLamb:
I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, Gargoth. Is that normal?
My fingers fly across the keys.
