When lunchtime cameand went with no sign of Brynn, I stopped debating internally and sent her the text that had been distracting me for hours.
Me
Now that we’re friends, can I bring you meals when you skip them?
Brynn
I don’t think so. Noticing whether or not I eat seems a bit more than friendly.
I glared down at the screen.
Brynn
Being friends would potentially mean we could arrange a trade, though. I could keep you stocked up on candy, if you could bring me one meal a day. I’m terrible at remembering to have lunch, and end up eating way too much at dinner to make up for it.
Me
Two meals a day in exchange for chocolate. Lunch and dinner.
Brynn
That doesn’t sound fair. Two meals a day is a lot.
Me
I go through a lot of chocolate
Brynn
Not THAT much.
You’ll have to think of something else I can add to the trade if you want to feed me two meals a day and keep it fair.
My fingers moved before I could stop them.
Me
Leave your door open when you get yourself off at night.
Shit.
I shouldn’t have sent that.
I almost hit the unsend button, but knew she’d already seen the message. If I unsent it, she would be offended. Or at the very least, she would know how damn uncertain I was about everything that had to do with her, and us.
Brynn
Reasonable trade. Deal.
I blinked.
If I knew she’d agree to all of that so easily, I would’ve brought her a damn peace offering a week earlier.
Me
No telling me you’ll eat later, or that you’re not hungry.
Brynn