Before I can talk myself out of it, I ask if he’d like to meet up soon.
Cash:Does it make me sound desperate if I ask if tomorrow is too soon?
I giggle like a fourteen-year-old girl chatting with her crush.
Me:Did it make me look desperate to text you at midnight?
Cash:I take it that you’re free tomorrow?
Me:That works for me. I’ll be at the diner during the day but I’m free in the evening.
Me:Wait. Like tonight since it’s after midnight or tomorrow, tomorrow?
Cash:Which one is better for you?
Me:Honestly, either. But maybe tonight?
Cash:Perfect. If that changes, let me know. Send me your address and I’ll pick you up. 6 work?
Me:(me) wondering if it’s safe to give a guy I barely know my address.
Cash:(me) thinking we know each other a lot better than barely.
Me:So you’re saying you won’t turn into a stalker if I give you my address?
Cash:No stalker tendencies here.
I type out my address and watch the three bubbles pop up. When his text comes through, my jaw drops.
Cash:You live in my backyard, basically. A couple houses down.
Me:No way.
Cash:#smalltownlife lol
Me:I’d say so. That’s crazy.
Cash:Knew someone had moved in, didn’t realize my new neighbor was smoking hot.
Me:Smoking hot, huh? I bet you say that to all the neighbors.
Cash:SMOKING hot. And for the record, no I don’t. Well, there’s Miss Essie. But she’s 97.
Me:You’ve aged well, too.
Pressing my lips together, I know that’ll get to him. Aging well is putting it mildly, but I wanted to push a few buttons. Try my hand at flirting a bit, if I even know how to.
Cash:Oof. You wound me.
Me:Haha
Cash:See you tomorrow, Hadley. I’ll do my best not to look old and feeble.
Me:Good luck!
Cash:Ha ha ha. You’re hilarious.
I place my phone on my nightstand and plug it in and fall asleep with excitement in my veins.