Lex licked her thumb and counted the bills in her hand. “This is Ginny,” she said, not looking up from her ill-gotten gains. “She’s OK.”
Ginny paused mid-step at his side. Her neck on a swivel, she looked from him to Lex and back again. “Oh,” she said. “Yes. Thank you, Lex. Now, if only you’d approve my friend request, I’d—”
Hayley stuck out her hand, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m Hayley, Lex’s mother. Don’t feel bad. She hasn’t accepted my request yet, either.”
SIX
11:11 p.m.
Ginny:What’s your first name?
11:14 p.m.
Shepherd:I beg your pardon
Ginny:Don’t play games with me. I need to know your first name. It’s bound to come up tomorrow with Mom and if I don’t know it, I’ll look like an idiot
Shepherd:Aaaaaaand that is different from normal, how?
Ginny:Haha
Ginny:Fine. I’ll just ask Noah
Shepherd:typing …
Ginny:It’s weird how you’re not on any social media, btw
Shepherd:Have you been stalking me online, Miss Kent? This is exactly the reason why I don’t have a tweetface or an instantpic. To keep people like you out of my business
Ginny:I beg YOUR pardon???? What people like me?
Shepherd:You know. Who wants a bunch of beautiful women blowing up their phones in the middle of the night?
Ginny:Well well well
Ginny:Frank???
Shepherd:No. Not even close
Shepherd:Noah not responding to your texts?
Ginny:Don’t you worry about Noah. I’ll get him to reply
Ginny:I get you to reply, don’t I?
Ginny:Me and my fellow beautiful women have conferences on how to get men to reply to us when we blow up their phones
Shepherd:I knew it
Ginny:Your last name is Shepherd. Right?
Ginny:What if it’s your first name? Is it your first name??? Shepherd is your FIRST name and your last name is something like
Ginny:Meatdrapes
Ginny:No. Smith?
Ginny:Wait. That’s someone else
