yeah now I am. I think. I had to freak out for a bit
That tracks
Luka sent her a screenshot of the conversation he’d had with Reno, who thankfully got the picture and had not messaged him again.
Maria
damn dude. not to be the skeptic here, but thats really intense.
I dont think he's lying or anything but you have to admit thats a lot to throw at someone you havent known very long.
I know. That's why i've been freaking out for the last…..45 min.
I'd like to think hes not lying either, but what do i even do with this?
we barely know each other. last night was magical like something out of a fucking movie or something but I dont think it warrents talking bout being fated or whatever
to be fair, hes not saying you two are like, soulmates.
hes just saying tht you two are not a coincidence.
and yeah, i think if i met someone a long time ago and i thought bout them often then i saw them again, id also be kinda intense about getting to know them for real. Life doesn't throw that kind of sign at you very often.
Also, if his gut is rly telling him to pursue you and hes equating it to other times hes done that, you should listen
what? why?
The guy is a world famous musician.
think about the level of skill and luck that goes into reaching that level. millions of people try to get where Reno is now and fail. If hes getting the same feeling bout you as he did about music or whatever… well it makes sense hes not ignoring it.
I can't possibly be that important.
Why not?
Luka turned down the music. “I’m sorry.”
August shrugged. “You got feelings, man. A lot’s going on. I get it.”
“Thanks for not being weird," Luka said. The first few raindrops hit the windshield and August pulled off to the exit, following the signs for a gas station. “I just had to freak out in silence for a bit.”
“I’d be freaking out too,” August said, not even understanding the full situation. “You’re not used to attention or getting what you want.”
“That's…hm.” Luka ignored his phone as it buzzed. “Is this what I want?”
“Only you can answer that.” August pulled up to a gas pump and parked, shutting off the ignition. “Can I ask?” They pointed at Luka’s phone in his lap.
“Here.” He unlocked it and handed it over with Reno’s chat open. They scanned the chat before pinching their lips and grunting.
“Smooth talker.” August handed the phone back. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t mean it but, yeah. Maybe you should call him soon and just tell him things are moving kind of fast and it’s freaking you out.”
“I don’t know if that's what I want,” Luka admitted. “If this is real, then…”
“You’ll figure it out.” August unbuckled and said, “Come on. Stand outside before it starts pouring and I’ll get you a KitKat.”
“Thanks.” Luka could hug them but searched for his cigarettes instead, then got out of the car. It wasn’t quite raining yet, just a fat drop of water on the cement every so often, leaving behind dark spots on the tan sidewalk. He sat on the curb away from the door and watched as they splattered against the ground, the occasional drop splitting the trail of smoke from the tip of his cigarette.
He inhaled, wondering if this was the same brand he’d shared with Reno all that time ago.
