X:Hey
Me:Hi
X:You busy?
Me:Not really
X:Want to go out?
Me:When?
X:now
I tilt the phone so Martin can read my screen. “You should go,” he says.
“It’s probably a bad idea.” I gesture out to the park, to all the couples whose visions I just watched and explained.
“Eves,” he says. “Don’t you think it counts for something that they’re happy now?”
I don’t know.
Maybe?
My phone buzzes again.
X:Or we can go some other time
I show Martin my phone again. “You gave him infinity on a one-to-ten kissing scale. How’s this even a question?” he asks. “Text him back.”
Me:We can go now
Me:Now’s good
X:Great
X:Where should we go? Your turn to choose
Me:Why’s it my turn?
X:I chose the lalaland tour and my show
X:You only chose the bonfire
X:So…two dates to one…your turn
Me:Those weren’t dates
Me:They were hangouts
Me:Because of Fifi
X:Ahh I see
What does he see? I wonder.
X:So want to “hang out” again in an hour?
X:Text me where you want to go and I’ll meet you there
