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K: My name is Monroe.
Monroe. I mouthed the words, my obsession threading through every letter. What the fuck was wrong with me?
So…has anyone told you that you're fucking hot?
K: Keep dreaming, big boy. I’m way out of your league, and I'm sure Kara's out of your league as well. But good on you for shooting your shot.
I frowned. Shoot your shot. This was fucking Kara, or at least one of her friends.
So you do know who I am…
K: ??What part of that sentence said that I knew who you were?
I felt possessed as I stood up, flipping back to the picture of the girl…Monroe…and saving it to my phone. Tossing my bag over my shoulder, I walked away. I had to get to a computer. I had to figure out if this girl existed.
I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else…wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep, or fucking breathe, until I knew what I was dealing with.
“Lincoln, what the fuck? Where are you going?” Ari called after me.
“See you later,” I responded, not bothering to look back as I shot him a middle finger over my shoulder.
Please be real.
CHAPTER 5
MONROE
Iwas organizing files at the doctor's office the next day when my phone buzzed again.
Monroe Bardot,the text read from the same number as last night.
I stiffened.
Please don't be creepy and make me regret all my life choices. How did you find out my name?
He sent a meme of a guy holding up his hands in front of him, placatingly.
Unknown: Not trying to be a creep. Promise. I thought we could be……friends.
That’s a lot of dot, dot, dot for friends. Have you found Kara’s real number and apologized yet?
Unknown: Nope. I’ve decided that I was meant to accidentally text you. Don't want to mess with the good vibes I’ve got going for me.
I rolled my eyes at his attempt at charm and glanced around the room.
I was alone in the front office, and it was a slow morning; only one patient sat in the waiting room, and they’d already checked in.
I inwardly shrugged. I guess I could play along for a little longer in the name of socialization and distraction.
You must be pretty desperate if you think texting a random stranger is the universe giving you good vibes, I typed out.
He sent back the picture I'd sent him last night.
Unknown: Have you seen yourself? You’re fucking gorgeous. As long as you're not some dude in his mom's basement trying to catfish me, I say that I’m definitely in the universe’s good graces right now.
For some reason, a blush spread across my cheeks. I’d been called “hot” in my life quite a few times. But, his "fucking gorgeous” hit me a little harder.
Well, I showed you mine, now show me yours.
