Integrity.
She was also incredibly nice, and turned out I liked that about her. A lot.
Go fucking figure.
“I never would’ve pegged you for a George Michael fan,” she said.
I glanced up. She was still standing in the living room, watching me as Summer’s music played.
“I’m not.”
I went back to my phone, and finally I heard her get back to work. Summer had texted again, asking for my playlist.
Me:Working on it
Me:Do I have you or Dylan to thank for the photo of my mom?
Summer:That was me. You like?
Me:Yeah I like
Summer:Good. How r things with new girl? Danica…
Summer:Love her name by the way. Sounds like a snack.
Me:You talked to her on the phone?
Summer:Yeah. She’s adorable.
Me:Shes here now, hanging pictures
Me:Jesus what is this music
Summer:What?
Me:Your playlist
The song had switched and I checked to see what was playing.
I glanced over at Danica. She was in the front hall, and I could just see her ass twitching to the beat as she hung the concert photo.
Me:This song is called Throb. You trying to get me laid?
Summer:Is it working?
She punctuated that with a devil face emoji.
Me:I took your advice and went alpha rock star on her the other night. In a bar. Backfired, baby
Summer:Maybe you were doing it wrong.
Another devil face emoji.
Me:Think I scared her
Summer:Why?
I sighed and considered how to put it.
