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I laugh.

Me: So am I.

Roman: Then why do you keep texting?

Me: Bossy boyfriend.

I wait.

Nothing.

I laugh harder.

“You sure seem happy,” Violet says.

I wipe the smile off my face, trying to play it cool. “Whatever.”

My phone buzzes.

Roman: I'm not your boyfriend.

I beam.

He came back specifically to deny it. That's basically foreplay.

Me: Okay.

I put my phone facedown.

Violet studies me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That's twice you've said nothing while clearly meaning something.”

“You’re keeping secrets.”

“Am not.”

I kind of am. But I’m not telling her that.

When she looks away, my gaze moves to my phone.

I smile.

Roman likes me.

By lunchtime, I've accomplished almost nothing.

Well, that's not entirely true.

I've approved two campaigns, sent revisions to a client, scheduled social media content through Friday, and prevented Violet from using a font that should've died in 2007.

But mentally?

Nothing.