Our Story Ends on the Hundredth Page
In the cafeteria, Dexter opened our chat with a strange, distracted look on his face.
"Did you get to the hotel? Have you eaten?"
He hit send, but the message bounced back as undeliverable.
He couldn't believe it. He backed out and went in again, but no matter how many times he tried, it was the same thing.
A colleague ribbed him. "Well, well. Even our resident genius gets blocked sometimes.
"Can't say I blame her, though. Look at this. She sends you all those messages, and you reply with one word. Who'd put up with that?"