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Her perfect dreamboat Daddy would sleep in on weekends. He’d stay in bed with her all day, lazily watching cartoons and drawing. But Jett was up bright and early, and was emailing her.
She still couldn't get over that. Actually, she couldn’t get over any of it. The fact that she’d actually talked to this guy? It was insane. But the fact that he was emailing her was even more bizarre. Who still emailed people?
Well, she did. She had to for work and school. But other than that—well, okay. She emailed Chris sometimes too. But that was only because he was always so busy and she knew the only way to get ahold of him would be to email him or contact his assistant.
That’s all besides the point.
Stay focused, Abbie.
The point was, she never casually emailed anyone. But she’d also never dated anyone either, online or off. So who was she to say what was normal or not?
Anyway, what woke her up in a grouchy mood this morning was her phone dinging at the ungodly hour of five. It wasn’t Jett’s fault she’d left her phone on loud. He didn’t know it.
And she had to admit she felt like it was a good sign he was emailing her first, just to say good morning. Her annoyance quickly wore off when she read his message.
jettcarver83
Good morning, LittleAbbie. Hope you had a good night and no nightmares. Do you have a stuffie to fight the monsters away?
She’d written back instantly.
abbielittle
Hi, Jett The Not Jet Mechanic. I have Ottie, my stuffed otter. He’s cute, but not vicious. He’s not someone you’d want to fight a monster for you. He’d try his hardest, but he’s just too small and sweet.
She’d sent that over three hours ago and still hadn’t gotten a response. Did she say the wrong thing? He’d asked her about Ottie, so she was honest. But was she too childish? Was he already having second thoughts?
Maybe she was too little for him. Maybe he’d been expecting her to say she didn’t have a stuffie, that she was far too old to have one. Or maybe he wanted her to say something about him fighting the monsters away for her, but she hadn’t thought about that until it was too late.
God, she was terrible at flirting. If that’s what it even was. Was that what he was doing? She didn’t know. She’d never know, not unless he flat out said it.
She repositioned her legs under her as she sat up higher, getting a better angle to shade the picture. Sheshouldbe doing homework, but it was math and she despised math. So, instead of doing that, she was finishing up this picture she’d been working on for the last week.
And she had to admit, it might be her new favorite piece. It was of a girl standing in front of a shattered window, looking out over a sweeping landscape as the sun set. It felt sad, but hopeful.
She was going to scan the sketch onto her computer, then project it onto a canvas and paint it. She was stupidly excited for that. It was a new technique, and she was ready to try it.
Without her permission, her eyes slid to her phone again. When would he message back? And why was he up so early? She wanted answers.
No, that’s not even true. She just wanted to talk to him.
She was so screwed.
“What do you think, Ottie?” she muttered, leaning back and grabbing her stuffed otter from the couch. “Too much? Did I scare him away already?” Ottie stared back at her, his black, beady eyes reflecting the dim overhead light. “Yeah, you’re right.” She let out a long, drawn out sigh. “He probably already ran for the hills. I should’ve known better?—”
Ding!
Words stopped coming out of her mouth at the sound. Her eyes slowly lifted from Ottie to her phone, finding a notification on the screen.
A notification for her email.
Her hands shook as she reached for it. She didn’t know what to expect. It might not even be him. It could be a newsletter from her favorite artist.
But as she unlocked her phone and went to her email inbox, there it was. A reply from jettcarver83.
jettcarver83
Ottie doesn’t need to fight. We’ll get you a new stuffie just for protection. How has your day been?
