What planet are they on, spouting all that sanctimonious nonsense about astrology and the planets and my fecking ‘personal growth and spirituality’?
I check the timestamp for the message and see it was sent just over an hour ago. I’ve no idea what time it is where they are now but I’m guessing it was in the evening, possibly even late at night.
I type out and only hesitate for a second before hitting Send. They clearly threw their filter out of the window when they sent that message so the least I can do is return the favour.
I tap out of the app and go to my Messages app. I quickly send my sister-in-law a message, like I have every morning since I found out she was pregnant.
I’m not surprised when Jenna replies almost immediately.
I smile at the message and make a mental note to try and see Jenna and Marty out in the suburbs soon, before I reluctantly tap through to my emails, scrolling through what’s come in overnight. I feel somewhat relieved that I can archive or delete most of them.
Then I look at my calendar. I’m spending most of the day in town having a meeting with my next-to-useless agent, having lunch with some other influencers at a wanky, I mean,swankynew eatery that’s just opened and is paying us to show our faces inside their four walls, and then I’m doing some test shots for a possible modelling job for a brand I’d really like to work with. They’re a fashion brand that employs refugees and newly arrived immigrants to make their garments, paying them a good living wage and helping them get set up with their lives in Dublin. And after that I finally get to have that drink with Arabella, my best friend. With all that hanging over my head, I slowly and reluctantly crawl out of my bed and get in the shower.
Half an hour later I’ve showered, done my skincare and make-up, and have mentally planned what I’m going to wear. It’s habit that has me rummaging through the duvet for my phone and opening it. I also tell myself it’s habit that has me checking my TikTok inbox to see if Loncey has replied. However, it’s not habit that has my lips twitching when I see that they have.
“Cheeky fucker,” I say and frown at their message. I wonder momentarily how they know I’ve just woken up but decide not to overthink it.
Then I’ll tell you just how right, or wrong, you really are.
Well, fuck.
I wasn’t expecting that question, so I choose to ignore it.
I don’t know why I’m saying that. I actually like living in Dublin. I’m proud it’s where I grew up. Maybe I’m due on or something.
