I sent the text anxiously waiting for a response, looking at the clock. It was eleven-twenty three, I knew she probably wasn’t up but I could hope. I don’t know why exactly I was asking this. Oh she read it, she might answer. My nerves increased, what would she say? I hope she’ll say yes. The dots appeared, they’ve been there for a minute.
“Are you asking me to go to the corner store with you again?”
Well at least she didn’t say no. I text her back.
“Yeah the night cashier is scary. I feel better when you come with me.”
I feel silly but it’s true, that cashier looks like a former security guard.
“You can ask without being poetic, you know I’ll go with you. I’ll be over in 5.”
“Are you asking me to go to the corner store with you again?”
Well at least she didn’t say no. I text her back.
“Yeah the night cashier is scary. I feel better when you come with me.”
I feel silly but it’s true, that cashier looks like a former security guard.
“You can ask without being poetic, you know I’ll go with you. I’ll be over in 5.”