“Like a stopping for gas errand or a swinging by Target errand?”
“You mean how long will it take?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe like stopping by Target with a list.”
“Oh god, forget it then. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Wait!” I said. “I swear it won’t take too long.”
“Can you give me a time?”
“Can I just call you when I’m done?”
“No. Not because I care how long I have to wait, but because that doesn’t answer the question of whether or not I should have a snack now.”
“Have a snack.”
“So more than an hour?”
“You must be really excited to see me.”
“So much for playing it cool.”
“No, I’m flattered,” I said, pulling my phone away to check the time. “How about I meet you at my place in an hour-ish, and if you beat me, Fiona can let you in?”
“Sounds good.”
“Cool. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Not as much as I am,” he said.
“Hey, why don’t you surprise me by wearing my panties?”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I am.”
“Thank god.”
“You could return them to me though.”
“Not a chance.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
“Why don’t you just not wear any tonight?”
“Why would I-”
“Then you can wear them home tomorrow.”
“Yeah right.”
“It was just an idea,” he said.
“A terrible one.”