My phone buzzed.
I glanced at the screen. Unknown number.
Unknown Number
Hey, it's Shane. The firefighter, not a stalker. Just checking. How's the head?
I stared at the message for a full thirty seconds.
He actually texted.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I typed out three different responses, deleted all of them, and finally settled on something that didn't make me sound completely unhinged.
Maya
Still attached. So that's a win.
His reply came almost immediately.
Shane
Glad to hear it. Any dizziness? Nausea? Sudden urge to fight cabinet doors?
Maya
No, no, and I'm considering it.
Shane
Understandable. That cabinet had it coming.
I smiled despite myself. Then caught myself smiling and put the phone down.
This was nothing. A follow-up text from a first responder? He probably did this for everyone he helped. Standard procedure. That’s all.
The phone buzzed again.
Shane
That teacher who hit you with the cabinet. Is she always that charming?
I laughed out loud, then winced because laughing still hurt.
Maya
You have no idea.
Shane
I have some idea. The "closest she's been to a man" comment was pretty memorable.
Heat flooded my face. He remembered. Of course, he remembered. Everyone in that room remembered.
Maya
She's... a lot.
Shane
