5 | L Y I N G
joe
L y i n g is easy.
We do it every day.
We say, "I'm good, how are you?" When we're feeling dismissive.
We say, "Your baby is so cute!" When all babies look like hairless apes right out of the womb.
We say, "I'm fine." When our universe is collapsing in on itself and we're desperate for a way out.
Today, I find myself lying to Ethan.
All I can think about is the thin piece of paper folded neatly in my back pocket. I feel crazy, my mind replaying the ten minutes you were in the shop over and over on repeat. So right after you leave, Leila, I tell Ethan I'm sick and need to go on break early. He's already green at the notion, and thankfully doesn't press me for details as I descend down the stairs. I feel my fingers twitching, yearning to reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone. I already have your name and number memorized, but carry the thin slip of paper with me just in case anxiety decides to possess me.
It feels darker than usual in the basement, but I don't bother with the lights. I really am pathetic when I'm in love, Leila. I'm shaking with curiosity. No, really. I'm shaking. My heart is rapidly drumming along inside my chest as I yank out my phone and type your name into the search bar, pacing the length of the cage as I wait less-than-patiently for results to pop up.
And right away I get... absolutely nothing.
No Facebook.
No Twitter.
No Instagram.
Shit, you don't even have a SnapChat.
It's like you don't exist.
Which means one of two things:
1. You're off the grid.
2. You lied about your name.
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