Rowan
Got any lunch plans?
Me
Who is this?
Rowan
Cute.
Me
Hmmm. Not ringing any bells.
Rowan
You still have my sweatshirt.
Me
I think you have the wrong number. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Rowan
I could be persuaded to let you keep it if you ask nicely.
Me
You can pry it from my cold dead hands.
It smells like me now anyway. You don’t really want it back.
Rowan
Maybe that’s precisely why I do.
Me
You flirting with me, soldier?
Rowan
Yes. Should I be? I don’t know.
That okay?
I consider for a beat. Flirting might not be the best idea, I tell myself. But Rowan doesn’t make me feel anxious or unsafe—the opposite actually. On second thought, a little flirting never hurt anybody. Maybe it’s exactly what I need right now.
Me
It’s okay.
17
bigfoot in a ball cap
Hannah