“And I had no idea who she was and I’m pissed.”
“Pissed that she knew who you were and you didn’t know who she was, or pissed that she didn’t tell you?”
“Both.”
“Well, clearly she’s the smarter of you two.”
“I’m regretting telling you this at all,” I say.
“Then next time don’t open packages from mystery people around me. But I think you’re in the wrong here, Jasper.”
“Really?”
He nods. “Yes. If you like her, what’s the problem? I wouldn’t tell people who I am if I was as famous as she is. And besides…”
“Besides what?”
“It’s not like you told her who you were.”
“Fair,” I grumble.
“She might not have admitted knowing who you were, but it seems like she knows you.” He points toward the box. “She even got a present for Twatopotamus.”
“What have I told you about calling Zucchini that?”
“She likes it.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Noah says. “What does matter is what you’re going to do next. Finding anyone these days is hard. So she didn’t tell you she knew who you were. Big deal. Move on. If you like her, it’s a bump in the road.”
On that parting note, he leaves.
Frosted Flakes and a present for Zucchini. I need to stop being a dick and reach out to her. Because as far as gifts go, this is about as good as it gets.
Even though she didn’t tell me who she was, she knows me. This proves it.
Taking it back to the locker room, I drop it onto the bench and pull out my phone and go straight to my texts to message her. Something different for us.
Jasper
Got your gift
Her response is immediate.
Quinn
I’m glad it got delivered
I didn’t know catnip could come in the form of a sushi toy
Dolly loves hers
I hope Zucchini likes it too
About the other night
I’m sorry, Jasper
