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Ruth:

This is Gemma. *middle finger emoji*

Cal:

Swamped today, but 3x a day. Pls don’t forget.

Ruth:

What if I forget?

Cal:

I’ll stab u again.

Ruth:

You said that was romantic. Maybe I want to get stabbed.

Cal:

Are you asking me to romance you?

Ruth:

*dead* No. Deletethat.

Cal:

*Evil emoji* You did it now, Shortstop.

Cal:

I’ll be there tonight.

I sighed, staring at that last message on my phone. I scrolled up and down our short history of messages, playing with the screen idly. He was coming tonight, but did that mean like…?

I smacked my forehead with my phone. “You are such a moron,” I muttered. I put my phone on the side of the tub and sank down lower until only my nose peeked above the water. At least when he checked on my knee and ensured I was still alive I would smell like “sea breeze” or whatever.

A message from Cal appeared suddenly.

Cal:

Is Gemma there?

Ruth:

No, why?

Cal:

Wrong answer. Unless you haven’t moved at all?

Ruth:

It doesn’t even hurt anymore.

Cal: