“You don’t even know half of it. She’s still there if you need someone. Not my type, but definitely yours,” I tell him.
“No thanks. Heading to the airport. Think you can cover for me next week on Tuesday?”
My brother isn’t one to take vacation days, hell I can’t remember the last time he even called in sick.
“Sure, where you going?”
“Don’t know yet. Spontaneously going to the airport, and wherever the next flight takes off to, that’s where I’m going.”
“You might end up in Michigan or worse,” I laugh out loud.
“I’m hoping for somewhere warm. Since when did Texas get ice and snow like this?”
Aiden isn’t great about communication, or even more so about saving his inheritance. There’s no telling how much he has left with the way he spends it. The only good purchase he’s made is the duplexes. Other than that, it’s luxurious and extravagant spending for no reason other than he’s bored.
“Whatever, be careful. Call me from wherever you end up.”
I press the end button and get out of the car. The wind is howling, and the temperature has dropped drastically in the last couple of hours. A chill takes over my body as I unlock the front door and slip inside. Thankfully, I remembered to turn the heat up before I left.
A beer joins me as I sit back down on the couch.. So much for finding anything on that app.
My phone dings, and a part of me thinks it’s Leslie to bitch about me leaving her there alone. Honestly, I think her profile is made up and the only thing true is the pictures. I open the notification from NeverTooBusy. My eyes swivel over the woman’s profile that just started viewing mine. She’s beautiful with long black hair, and blue eyes. Her name’s Harper. I patiently wait to see if she likes my profile instead of sending her a message first, and then another notification pops up. Harper has liked your profile. Send her a message now. I contemplate whether I should say anything. But look at her, she’s gorgeous. Looks really sweet.
I click the send message button, and my finger hovers over the keyboard on my phone, trying to think of something to say. Your eyes are so beautiful. No, that’s probably something she gets all the time. I look at her profile, trying to find something that might give me an indication of something she likes, and notice she teaches Chemistry. Well, I bet her mailbox gets flooded with puns and pick up lines, and definitely not going to be that guy. Ugh, come on, just ask her out. It’s not that hard. I send something basic, just to see if she’s interested, and if so, we can get to know each other better.
Criminal Minds is playing on the TV, and I almost doze off when my phone dings with a message back. My chest rises and falls before opening it.
Harper: I’d love to. What about tomorrow night?
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Everywhere is going to be packed, but I agree anyway. I can go after dinner at my brother’s house. He won’t mind if I leave a little early.
Me: I’m free if you are. Around 7?
After Leslie, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but then the guys come to mind telling me I won’t ever find someone if I don’t take risks, so here I am.
Harper: Sure, drinks? Dixie’s Bar?
She must live close to me if she knows about that place. It’s the same bar my brothers and I go to when we want a good beer every now and again.
Me: Perfect. Looking forward to it.