That damn smiley face again. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling to myself.
How about you tell me one instead.
I mean, kind of in the same
boat with the confidentiality thing …
I’m a vault, remember?
True.
I waited through a long pause. When his bouncing dots didn’t appear after a solid minute, I decided to give him a prompt.
I know where you can start.
Tell me about the injury you
recovered from that turned you
into an expert pillow fluffer.
Another long pause passed, and I wondered if I’d crossed a line. Or perhaps he’d nodded off.
Bray? You fall asleep out there?
Of course not.
That’s just … a long story.
Isn’t the goal to stay awake all night?
I’m all ears.
He paused again, and his reluctance only stirred my already deep curiosity.
Fine. You want to go 20 questions about it?
LOL. No.
Did you just LOL? What is it, 2012?
You know, you’re funny
when you’re not being mean.
I scoffed out loud, and before I knew what I was doing, I pressed the icon to call him.
“I’m notmean,” I scolded as soon as he answered.
He quietly laughed. The enclosed space of his car dampened the sound into a warm rumble. “Calling to yell at me for calling you mean isn’t mean?”
“I’m not yelling!” I shouted.
Bray only laughed harder.
“You know what? Forget it. I don’t need this from you.” I’d tried for sharp, but my tone came out snappy and playful.
“Oh,okay,” Bray said. “Like you haven’t been giving me shit since the moment we met.”
