Lola and I haven’t talked since we hooked up a week ago.The Riptide had a small road trip, and Lola was busy with work and, according to Callan, volunteering at an art studio or something.It felt like we were in a game of texting chicken, because it was just a hook-up.A mind-blowing, perfect hook-up, but a hook-up just the same, so why do we need to speak to each other?We don’t.But I want to.Even Drunk Theo was friendly with just about everyone he slept with, so can’t Sober Theo be that way too?Especially since I’m going to have to see her again, probably a lot.She would be here tonight if she wasn’t working.
So I fold and send the first message, which I have to do through the hook-up app because I stupidly do not have her phone number.
Luke_T
Your dad is making my cousin Mayhem’s entire life just by being here.
I wait and take in the view again, kicking gently at a clump of crystallized snow between the slats of the porch rail, until a couple minutes later, I get a response.
SUMMER_L
He’s a big fan of hers.I hope he tells her.
LUKE_T
I don’t think he has or else you’d hear her squeal of delight all the way in Portland.How’s work?
SUMMER_L
Remind me to never volunteer for a holiday shift at a bar.Depressing AF.
LUKE_T
Hang in there.When are you off?
She takes longer to answer, and I panic that I’ve overstepped, so I add another message.
LUKE_T
Just saying, it’s gotta end soon?Don’t they close early because of the holiday?
SUMMER_L
Not until ten but yeah.Better than working the usual 6 to 2am shift.
I don’t know what to say next, so I don’t say anything, and then she adds:
SUMMER_L
Be sure to eat lots.Tell them you get double because you’re eating for me too.
LUKE_T
Then I’d have to tell them we’re friends.
SUMMER_L
We are.Right?
LUKE_T
Yeah.Totally.Friends who helped each other orgasm.Totally normal.
SUMMER_L
Okay on second thought maybe don’t tell them.
She adds a laughing face.I send her a winky one back.
