Choosing You
But I’m hoping Piper wasn’t so worried about random people taking down her number and texting her the way I was.
A small smile curves my mouth at the corner when I find her name. And next to it a phone number. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I unlock the screen and think this through maybe for a millisecond. Punching the digits in, I open a message thread, and begin texting, only to settle on a one word entry.
Me: Hi.
I guess that’s better than, ‘hey’.
Then, I wait for several minutes until I see the three dots pop up that says she’s texting back.