Catfished. N.H

Wrong Number.

I looked over my textbook. I was reading but not really processing information. Id been doing this for an hour looking for any distraction to take my mind away from this stupid book, i hated biology and i hated studying but i had to. The familiar ding of my phone goes off and that was enough for me to throw my book to the side and be done for the night. 

"It was lovely meeting you today at the coffee shop ;)"

I hadn't been to a coffee shop today? Or ever really, New York coffee shops are way over priced and my cafe Bustello at home was just as good. 

"Sorry man I think she gave you the wrong number" I text back. i look back over at my biology book knowing i should pick it up again but this interaction was way more intriguing than anything in that book.  

"Well, this number just got a lot more interesting, What are you up to?" i read across my screen. I couldn't help but actually laugh, who says that? 

"studying for my midterms" i reply. 

I bit my lip, was i really about to waste my studying time texting a complete stranger i mean he could be a stalker, or a serial killer. I looked back at that stupid fucking book again and decided that id rather risk texting a serial killer than finish reading about genetics. 

"how about you stranger" 

"Hanging out.. at work. With my coffee. and aye given the circumstances i could call you a stranger too"  he replied. 

Should i give him my actual name i thought to myself. I've watched too many true crime documentaries to know that was a bad idea. ill give him just my first name i thought as i typed it out. 

"Priscilla, and you ?" 

i watched text bubbles appear on my screen, why was i so invested in this is all that i could think. Then the bubble disappears. I groaned throwing myself back onto my bed "c'mon serial killer i really don't wanna study" i say aloud to myself. Almost as if he had heard me say that a new text appears. 

"Adam" was all that it read. "Very generic name" i thought to myself. Let me see what else i can get out of you "Adam" if that really is your name. 

"Tell me about yourself Adam" by this time i was fully invested and getting up from my bed to grab a snack. 

"I'm 30, I'm a music producer, i like beer and coffee, i have terrible luck with dating, and I'm afraid of birds" I laughed to myself while pouring myself a glass of wine who the fucks afraid of birds i thought to myself. 

"your turn" the next message reads. 

I bit my lip thinking what can i tell him about myself. i really wasn't an interesting person. i started typing, no i mumbled deleting it. starting up again. 

"I'm 25, in school for nursing, and I'm from the Dominican republic" "oh and who the fucks afraid of birds" i couldn't help sending that second message i mean really who the fuck is actually afraid of birds?

"ooh Dominican, i speak a little Spanish" Then another message  "have you ever seen a Pidgeon up close? those fuckers are terrifying" 

i smirked reading that last part, i put my wine down thinking of what even to say next. 

"weird area code are you not from New York?"  - Me

"I travel a lot, I'm actually from the UK but work takes me around a bit"  - Adam

"oohh a man with an accent, hot" -Me

I immediately regretted sending that last message. I really wasn't about to flirt with a stranger. Or was i bored enough to actually entertain this.