Chapter 18
Dinner
Riley
Saturday September 7th
I woketo a text from Theo at nine in the morning.
Him:
You’ve been on my mind a lot today, and its only 9 a.m.
Me:
You’re correct use of a lot is seriously hot.
Him:
I do not get how people can fuck that up. No one writes abunch or alittle, unless they’re idiots.
Me:
I mean, right? But also, hyphenated, non-hyphenated.
Him:
Irony.
I send him a meme.
The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar.
It was tense.
Him:
Allergies?
Okay?I think as I text back.
Me:
None. You?
Him:
None.
He sends another.
Him:
Five work for you?
Me:
Yep. See you then.