How am I supposed to text?
Three dots appear immediately, and I can practically see her typing wildly, her fingers flying over the screen like she’s a court reporter.
Kennedy Caplan
Maybe like a human? You sound like you’re scheduling a meeting with me.
Are you wearing a tie right now? Be honest.
I look down at myself automatically—joggers and a hoodie. No corporate attire in sight.
Cameron Davies
I was just trying to say it looks good and we should talk.
Kennedy Caplan
Right, but I’ve sounded more excited about pretty wallpaper.
Cameron Davies
Fine, I’ll try again.
Your portfolio’s unreal. You’re a genius, Kennedy. Want to hang later and figure out how we’re going to pull this off?
The dots appear, disappear, then appear again.
Kennedy Caplan
MUCH better, even though you sound like a frat bro.
And yes. I’m free tonight. Want me to come to you? I’m sure you’re tired from your back-to-back away games.
I frown down at the message, caught off guard. Did she really just agree that easily? I figured we’d have some back-and-forth about how tonight doesn’t work. That she’d make a comment about how I need to be more conscientious about her schedule.
But nope. She agreed quickly and even offered to come to me. No guilt trip, just straightforward consideration.
It throws me off more than it should. I’m used to the push and pull that comes with so many relationships that Kennedy’s flexibility and understanding are unexpectedly refreshing.
Cole stirs beside me, so I type out a quick response and tapsend.
Cameron Davies
Are you sure?
Kennedy Caplan
Yep! I’ve always wanted to meet a dragon, so I’m excited to visit your place.
I swallow back a chuckle.
Cameron Davies
I live in a condo, not a castle. And I don’t have a dragon.
Kennedy Caplan
That’s exactly what someone with a dragon would say. See you (and Percival—that’s what I’ve named your dragon) later!
