I hit send before I can overthink it.
The response comes immediately.
Lilah
Who’s this?
I grin.
She knows exactly who.
You know who.
Lilah
Another level of stalking. Flattered.
I laugh to myself.
Yeah, okay. Maybe I walked right into that one.
Nah, just been thinking about the project.
Wanted to discuss how we’re planning on sourcing the materials for the grid.
She doesn’t reply as quickly. I nearly put my phone away and rejoin the party, like I should be doing, anyway.
Lilah
Are you seriously at a party thinking about school?
I raise a brow.
How do you know I’m at a party?
Lilah
Brianna texted me to let me know she gave a crazy guy my number. She wanted to check if I was ok with it.
Damn. You actually said yes?
Lilah
It’s not like I could have done anything about it AFTER she gave you my number, is there? Don’t let it go to your head, Hawkins.
Too late.
I lean back against the bar, ignoring the crowded partyaround me. The music is still blasting, people are still laughing, but for some reason, I’m more interested in this conversation.
So, where are you?
Lilah
Why? Thinking of stalking me in person now?
Obviously
Lilah
