I need to answer right fucking now. My teeth nibble at my nails, too uneasy to touch the screen, when another three dots appear.
Okay, there’s more.
Unknown: I hope it’s really your number and Natalya didn’t prank me.
My palm comes up to cover my mouth again, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
I rest myself against the headboard of my bed, my pulse thickening with a wave of something between relief and curiosity.
I’m being a little pathetic. I cross my legs at the ankles, make myself comfortable and finally text back.
Me: Oh my god I literally panicked looking for it.
Unknown: You okay now, or still panicking?
Me: Surviving. Barely.
Unknown: Good.
Okay. Now what? I stare at the message for another couple of minutes.
Me: Thanks for keeping it.
Unknown: It suits me.
Me: It really does.
Jesus.
I drop my phone beside me like it burned me and cover my face in both hands. I’m probably bright red as a tomato.
Was that a flirting attempt?
A quiet snort escapes me, as I’m once again being amused by my existence. I let my hands fall to my lap and stare at the phone.
No dings. He doesn’t answer.
Okay, he definitely thinks I’m hitting on him now. Great.
Finally, it lights up and I grab it as fast as possible.
Unknown: You want it back?
Me: Yes please.
Unknown: I can bring it to you…whenever.
Me: I work next week for another event, you’ll probably be there?
Unknown: If it stays with me for that long I might get attached and you’ll never see it again.
My cheeks are getting stiff from all the smiling.
So who’s flirting now, huh? Okay, let’s see what’s happening here. I can tease a bit.
Me: Okay, just give it to Nat and she’ll give it to me at school tomorrow.
Silence. I probably pissed him off.
