Humbling Owen-Kyle
“Sorry, I forgot. It’s Ethan.”
“Okay,” I say, saving the number and starting to walk away.
“Can I get your name, beautiful lady?” he calls after me. I glance back and smile, teasing. “Please, call or text me, whichever. Just don’t delete my number,” he begs.
I don’t stop, just keep walking until I reach home. Once in my room, I text him: Hi, it’s Chloe.
Almost instantly, a sticker of a smiling boy pops up in reply. I can’t help laughing. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, not right now, anyway, except it’s “you know who,” but for some fun, a little thrill, maybe… this could work.
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