She’s perched on the edge of her seat, knees bouncing, biting the inside of her cheek.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance down, and her name lights the screen.
Layla
So… is it too early to request snacks? Like, do you even have In-N-Out, or am I doomed?
A low chuckle escapes me, quiet enough that Catalina shoots me a curious look. I clear my throat, typing back.
Reed
Yes to In-N-Out, but the lines are hours long
Three dots dance.
Layla
Ughhh. This is a crisis. Do you deliver snacks to baggage claim? Asking for myself
My lips twitch.
Reed
I’ll deliver you. Snacks optional.
She fires back almost instantly.
Layla
Smooth, Hayes. Careful, I might start believing you’re sweet.
I shift in my seat, the corner of my mouth lifting. My thumb hesitates over the keys before I type.
Reed
Maybe I am. Just don’t tell anyone.
Her reply makes me huff, laugh out loud.
Layla
Too late. I’m tweeting “Reed Hayes is secretly soft.”
Carter cuts me a side-eye at the sound. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, tucking the phone low, warmth buzzing in my chest.
Another buzz.
Layla
Seriously, though, thanks for texting me back. I needed it tonight.
My throat tightens. I stare at the words for a longmoment before answering.
Reed
Me too.
