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I am. But I’ll look after Arthur. I promise.

Arthur?

The cactus. He’s called Arthur.

Why Arthur?

In honour of you.

Now I’m just confused.

Because you like all those old-fashioned turns of phrase.

I used one classic phrase once. Once.

So I figured a gift from you needed an old-fashioned name.

You’re teasing me.

I am, but the cactus is still called Arthur.

You’re crazy.

Isn’t that why you like me?

One of many reasons.

I’ve got to stop texting before I get caught. Thank you. I love Arthur.

You’re welcome. Happy birthday.

Chat later?

I’ll be here.

CHAPTER1

HARU

FIVE MONTHS LATER

I hold a slice of toast between my teeth as I juggle out the front door. I’m carrying an art folio, my lunch, and I’m replying to a message from Kyle.

Good morning to you too.

He’s been sending me good morning messages for a few months now, which is sweet, although I try not to think about how sweet he’s being. He’s a friendly guy. I bet he sends good morning texts to all his friends.

Kyle

Any plans?

I’m on my way to work if I don’t miss the—

Well, fuck. The bus sails past the end of my road, skipping the bus stop because no one’s waiting at it. I delete half my message so I can correct it.

I’m on my way to work, but I just missed my bus.

Didn’t you miss it yesterday?