SoloSurfer: It’s chill, but you have to wear a costume
BBUGirl: Anything in particular?
SoloSurfer: Anything you want.
SoloSurfer: Isn’t that the best part of dressing up?
Touché, SoloSurfer.I nibble on a fingernail as I sort the pros and cons in my head.
Pro: I finally get to meet SoloSurfer.
Con: I would be meeting SoloSurfer.
What if the meet-up goes terribly wrong? What if it’s actually a fifty-year-old man living in his tighty-whities in his mother’s basement? What would happen then?
Well, I guess I would stop wasting time.
That thought stops me cold. I’m done waiting and wasting time. Time is valuable after all. Before I can overthink it, I type back three little letters.Yes.
Chapter Six
Dallas
I tap my fingers on the cafeteria table as I await a response to my latest text message.
“You alright over there, man?” my teammate, Trevor, asks. He’s sitting across the table from me in the bustling dining hall on campus.
“I’m fine,” I say, shoving my fingers onto my lap instead.
My phone vibrates against my navy shorts, and I hurry to read the message.
BBUGirl: Yes.
A blush creeps up on my face unprovoked.
“Are you sure, man? You’re kind of red. Did you have the lobster meat? My mom had red lobster once, and she turned bright red. I hear that’s what happens when you eat red food.”
I blink.
“Are you sure she wasn’t allergic?” I ask, confusion lacing my tone.
“I’m sure. Haven’t you heard the phrase, ‘you are what you eat’?”
“Wait,” I pause, “is that why you always eat bland food?”
“This rice isn’t bland, man. It tastes pretty good,” he says, as he scoops up said rice with his fork and takes a mouthful.
I graze my fingers against the stubble of my chin and blink again. I have no response to this revelation.
My phone vibrates again, alerting me to the message that I’ve yet to open and respond to.
“I’ve gotta go.” I stand up, grab my trash, and pat Trevor on the back with my free hand.
“Hey! Where are you going?” he yells after me, but I don’t respond.
I turn the opposite direction, but before I do, I run into something.
“Uggck.” Notsomething,someone,who responds with a grumpy, yet warm voice. Does that even make sense?
