Ding!
I jerk in surprise.
He answered?
Zac: L who?
The moving dots pop at the bottom of the screen.
Zac: Lydia, Leonard? I’m going to need a bit more than that.
I wish I was the kind of girl to make a boy wait twice the time it took him to text her back, but it turns out I’m a reply-in-a-microsecond kind of gal.
Love: It’s Love, dumbass.
Love: Also, bet you don’t even know a guy named Leonard.
To my pleasant surprise, he texts back as quickly as I did.
Zac: I could.
Love: But you don’t.
Zac: But I could.
Love: Still don’t.
Zac: Fine, I don’t.
Zac: But at least I’m not an awful texter.
I can’t contain a smile.
Shots fired.
Love: Yeah… sorry about that.
Zac: About time, L. I was growing old over here.
Love: Aw, were you hurt that I didn’t text you?
Zac: Hell no. With that said, I may have gone and checked if you’d left another letter in the book this week…
I crack a laugh.
I went and checked the book, too. What can I say? I got used to our banter over the past two weeks.
Love: Want to know a secret?
Zac: Shoot.
Love: I almost didn’t text you.
Zac: Why?
Love: It’s going to sound stupid, but I was scared you were going to ask around about my number. Like try to figure out if people have it in their phones to trace it back to me.
A few minutes pass.