“Well, at the very least I have a good story to tell her. He might live out of state. People travel from all over to go to this convention.”
Even so, she wasn’t necessarily opposed to some harmless fun. Maybe they could be sexy pen pals, so to speak. At least they had something in common, which was a rarity in her experience.
Nadia stuck her head out of the bathroom again, her pajamas on and her face cleaned off. “Text. Him. Or I’ll do it for you.”
“Okay, okay! Don’t throw a lightning bolt at me,Jupiter.”
Olivia: Hey. Now you have my number, too.
Just in case, she added a GIF of Sailor Moon winking. Now all there was left to do was wait for a response.
When Jake pulled into the garage for his condo building, a text message was waiting for him from an unknown number. Grinning as he opened it, butterflies beat in his chest. Sailor Moon, aka Blondie, had opened the lines of communication. It was exactly what he’d needed to lift his mood.
Jake: We meet again, Sailor Moon. Or should I call you Usagi?
SM: Either works for me, Mamoru.
She added a winking emoji. This was a whole different Blondie from the picnic, and he liked her a lot better than the Ice Queen he’d interacted with at work. Clearly the cold shoulder was a direct result of his foot-in-mouth syndrome, and not her actual personality.
At the convention, she’d been glowing and relaxed. He was glad he’d gone so he had a chance to see her friendly side.
Jake: Should I tell you my real name?
SM: Maybe later? This is fun.
SM: Why were you at the con all alone? I didn’t see any other Sailor Moons.
Crap. He needed to come up with something fast.
Jake: Because obviously you’re the real Sailor Moon.
A string of laughing emojis was her first reply.
SM: So it’s destiny then?
Jake: If you want it to be, sure.
SM: We were all surprised to see a guy dressed as Tuxedo Mask flying solo.
Jake: It’s a surprisingly easy costume to put together.
SM: So it’s not destiny, it’s just easy.
Jake: Forget I said that. Let’s go back to destiny.
SM: Were you dressed as Deadpool on the first day?
Jake: Guilty. What gave it away?
SM: When you asked if he was bothering me “again”.
Jake: Was that okay?
SM: Why wouldn’t it be?
Jake: I didn’t want you to feel like I thought you were helpless. But I was worried security wouldn’t hear you. And clearly they weren’t paying attention, or he never would have got back in.
SM: It was better than okay.
