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Typing bubble.
Stopped.
Started again.
Mason:
I know you don’t do anything halfway.
Well.
There goes my emotional stability for the night.
MASON
I shouldn’t have sent that.
Not because it wasn’t true.
Because it was toohonest again.
But Rowan didn’t answer right away this time.
And for some reason that made me nervous.
Which was absolutely ridiculous.
Finally:
Rowan:
That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
I leaned back against the kitchen counter.
Then typed before I could overthink it.
Mason:
Low bar.
Three dots instantly.
Rowan:
True.
You were kind of an asshole when we met.
I smiled despite myself.
Mason:
“Were”?
Her reply took a full minute.
Way too long.
