You should get to bed.
Miles:
I am in bed.
Me:
Did your nephew have fun today? I’m sorry we had to leave in a rush.
Miles:
Don’t apologize for doing your job. He understands.
Can I ask you something though?
Me:
Of course.
There’s a long pause before he texts again, but I don’t pull my gaze from the phone while I wait. I should get to bed myself. Who knows if the alarms will be going off all night? They’ve already gone off multiple times today—lots of back to backs.
Miles:
Were you serious about going to the strip club with me?
I huff a laugh.
Me:
As long as it wouldn’t be weird for you.
Miles:
Why would it be weird?
Me:
I have no idea. Just wanted to put it out there.
Miles:
Well, I don’t think it’s weird. My friends did text me though, and I brought up wanting to go by again.
They invited me tomorrow, since they’re both working.
I didn’t say you’d go with me, but if you do, I’ll have them add both our names on the list.
Me:
A list? Fancy.
Miles:
Just makes it easier to get in.
Me:
Tomorrow sounds great. But you will have to help me find something to wear.
