It’s scratched out, too, with a tiny heart next to it, and my pulse knocks inside my chest as the next messages come across.
Dmitri (12:09 P.M.)
I’m failing at my plans for the day.
I keep thinking about something specific.
Oh? What's that?
You really want to know?
Yes.
You sure? It’s kind of… sweet.
I can handle sweet.
You can’t, but okay.
I can’t stop
thinking about
those chocolate pretzels.
I laugh out loud in the middle of the quad, earning a weird look from a passing student. My chest feels too full, like it’s trying to hold something bigger than it can.
Dmitri (12:12 P.M.)
I do miss you, though.
Are we still on for Saturday?
I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Walk together or meet there?
I’ve got to drop those extra credit papers off in the eco department, and Professor Silkoff wanted to “show me something”
Dear god
Last time that happened you were there for two hours.
Trust me, I remember.
I’ll meet you at the party in case I’m held hostage. Try to meet around 8?
If I don't see you by 9, I'll send a search party.
Not even coming yourself torescue me?
Ouch.
Maybe your chocolate pretzels will come.
Funny guy.
Wear something other than your landscaping clothes.
