I typed.
You took longer than I expected.
Addy: I’m assuming this is the part where I pretend this is normal.
I was wondering if curiosity would win or if you’d argue with yourself for another ten minutes.
Addy: Wow. No hello, no explanation, no “sorry I sent a stranger to ambush you like a spy thriller extra.”
Addy: Bold choice. You could’ve just asked for my number like a normal person.
Normal is inefficient.
And this didn’t leave anything to chance.
Addy: That’s one way to frame “unnecessarily dramatic.”
This was safer. Moreprivate.
Addy: And what could we possibly need privacy for?
Addy: Why do you even have a phone? Like, how?!
Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to
Addy: You’re severely underestimating my curiosity
And you’re severely underestimating what kind of position you maneuvered your pretty little ass into.
Addy: You realize I could still delete this and ruin your night.
You could. It’s not like I could stop you.
You won’t, though.
Addy: You’re enjoying this a little too much.
I’m finding I enjoy everythingabout you.
And I enjoy you pretending this wasn’t inevitable while proving it was.
Addy: You sound very sure of yourself for a man texting me from an encrypted mystery app.
Oh yeah. There are very few things I’m not sure of where you’re concerned.
Addy: This feels like the part where I’m supposed to panic.
Addy: So is this a conversation or an ongoing situation?
You really think I’d let you slip through my fingers? After all the trouble I went through to get this set up?
Addy: I could just not answer.
Do you know how easy it was to find you?
Addy: Again, kind of creepy.
It was about as easy as it will be to make sure you’ll never ignore me. At least not for too long, I know you can be stubborn.