I get home, well, to the apartment, later that night, and I force myself to eat dinner and shower before I text Officer H...Judy.
(-- is Jack, and ~~ is Judy)
--Hello, this is Jack.
*five minutes later*
~~Hey! I was wondering if you'd text tonight.
I grinned, glad no one was there to witness the great Jack Savage, corporate businessman, entrepreneur, and resolute bachelor going all gaga eyes over a short, not even romantic text. So she'd been thinking about me. Interesting. There seemed to be something wrong with my heart.
--Hope I didn't interrupt anything?
~~Of course not, I'm just relaxing at home, watching a movie. Wbu?
--I just got home from work.
--So still want to go out sometime?
Abort mission, abort mission, abort mission. Curse you, brain! I sound like a creeper, abort abort, abort!
~~Well, yeah! Does Tuesday night work for you?
I breathe a sigh of relief and make a mental plan to make Tuesday work.
--Yeah, does Italian sound good?
~~Sounds great!😆😇
(Because we all know Judy is the emoji user in this duo)
~~I've got paperwork to do, sorry. See you Tuesday!
--Good luck on the paperwork, see you Tuesday!
I turn off my phone with a sigh. I survived.
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Tuesday
I glance anxiously at the clock. She's supposed to be here in thirty seconds. But people usually show up late, right? Bad traffic, maybe? Jeez, I sound like a sixteen year old at the prom!
When she walks in, I don't know of my heart stops or speeds up fast enough to give me a heart attack.
