Myles: the tips are awesome and its more fun than I thought it would be
Pathetically I wonder if there’s any possibility it’s also because of me. I stare at the screen for a long moment and am finally bolstered by the fact that he texted me, which means five minutes ago he was thinking about me. That’s gotta be a good sign, right? Maybe he’s not so disappointed that I’m the one he’s texting after all.
Me: More fun than you thought it would be, huh?
Me: Probably because you have a super cool coworker who’s funny and gives good advice and has excellent taste in music
Myles: actually I’m not sure what kind of music anders likes
Me: Ouch
Myles: haha kidding, you’re my favorite for sure
Myles: why did we never hang out before pearl’s?
Me: Uh
Me: Because you’re Myles Ford and I’m nobody?
Myles: didn’t we just talk about unrealistic expectations? my name means nothing
Myles: and you’re definitely not nobody, amelia madden
I gasp audibly and clamp a hand around my mouth, then look around, embarrassed. Thank God I’m still alone out here.
Flirting. That’s flirting, right?
I can’t feel my legs.
My mind races, trying to come up with some playful or coy response, but I’m so not good at this. If Myles were anyone else, I’d call Kat and ask her to tell me what to say.
The best I can do is heart that message, and I can’t decide if I want him to read into that shape or not.
Myles: what about you?
Myles: what do you think about pearl’s?
Me: I love it so far too
Me: Sampling Chef Ray’s specials might just be my favorite part
Myles: ouch
Me: Second favorite! After getting to work with Myles Ford, of course.
Myles: i don’t like that you used my last name, but better
I’m grinning at my phone as I gather my purse to head home. I keep an eye out for Gregory as I pass back through the store, but don’t see him anywhere.
Myles and I chat on and off for the rest of the day but pause our conversation for dinner, and when eleven o’clock rolls around, I wonder if he’s out somewhere (but where and with whom?) Then, just moments after I give up on hearing from him again today, my phone chimes.
Myles: you up?
My eyes go wide. That’s, like,… booty call language, right? Even though I’m not super experienced in that department, I know that much.
Me:… Is that what you meant to say?
Myles: oh god, no!
