I'm not at the penthouse.
His typing bubbles appear.
Disappear.
Appear.
Disappear.
He’s either panicking or spelling.
What do you mean not at the penthouse?
I mean my body is not inside the penthouse.
Hope his helps.
Smartass.
Where are you?
The Reckefeller tree.
You alone?
Yeah.
The fuck you doing at the tree alone at midnight?
Idk. Just thinking.
...Okay
What's my girl thinking about?
Teddy Vale.
No bubbles this time.
For a good thirty seconds.
Too soon
Way too fucking soon
Stay there I'm ten out
I’m smiling.
I realize it too late.
Then I’m shaking my head
‘cause I can’t stop.
Eleven minutes later, my phone buzzes.
Andrew calls instead of texts.