But you’re one of those “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade” kind of people, so I’ll look past your mental lapse.
GracieLou
Ew, no way. I hate lemonade.
Lemon pie, on the other hand…
GreenArrow11
How can you like lemon pie but hate lemonade? It tastes like summer.
GracieLou
And summer’s your favorite season because it means baseball, even though you give off super winter vibes. Got it.
GreenArrow11
I don’t do “vibes.”
But yes, summer is the best. I grew up in cold weather. I never want to scrape a windshield again.
GracieLou
You’re a study in contradictions.
GreenArrow11
Says the girl who likes lemon pie but hates lemonade.
GracieLou
What can I say? I’m a woman of many layers.
Which I need, because I love winter.
GreenArrow11
Crazy woman.
GracieLou
But hey, it’s okay if Christmas is hard for you, as long as it’s not “Jingle Bells Strangler” hard.
GreenArrow11
Don’t count me out yet, champ.
I thought that was funny, but she didn’t respond that day or even the next. So this morning, I sent another message, because part of me worries she thinks I’m a serial killer, and now she’s gone radio silent because she’s afraid for her life.
GreenArrow11
I’m kidding. You know that, right?
That was my last message, sent eight hours ago.
I should be worried about her—and I am—but I’m mostly worried I scared her off. I’m not the easiest guy to be around, virtuallyorin real life.
I stow my phone and shoulder my duffel when I feel a buzz.
