Willy Wonka: I’m always here if you need a glass of water or… anything else.
Wait…
Kass: Are you hitting on me, Martins?
He takes a few minutes to reply.
I hate that I’m growing restless.
Willy Wonka: Do you want me to be hitting on you?
Do I?
Kass: Why are you texting me?
Willy Wonka: I felt something last night. A connection. I can’t explain it. All I know is I’d like to get to know you better.
A bit flustered, I read his text on repeat. There’s no way he means that. He’s fucking with me.
Kass: Translation: you’re bored waiting for Winter and need a distraction.
I hold my breath when three dots bob up on my screen. Two minutes go by. Is he writing me a novel? The dots disappear, then reappear, until finally…
Willy Wonka: Busted.
I knew it.
Another message comes through right away.
Willy Wonka: You’re also not the worst person to talk to.
Kass: Gee, thanks
Willy Wonka: My pleasure.
Kass: Still didn’t answer my question
Willy Wonka: What do you want me to say? I’m texting you because I want to. Or do I need a permit, officer?
Kass: That’ll be $300
Willy Wonka: Ha. Ha.
Kass: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other things to do than entertain you
Willy Wonka: Like what?
Kass: Like make an important call
Willy Wonka: Ooh, are you giving golden boy a chance?
I know he’s referring to Luke.
Kass: Not quite.
Willy Wonka: Poor fella. Just put him out of his misery and go on a date with the kid already.
Kass: Why do you care if I date him or not?