Chapter 6 Kyran
Kyran
You're cute.
What was I thinking? But honestly, I'm not thinking when it comes to this.
Something feels natural about it, slightly entertaining as well.
The moment she confirmed I had the wrong number, I should have left it.
But I didn't and here we are. And I can't lie, I look forward to her response as I watch the text indicator illuminate.
Yeah. I'm in college.
College.
Definitely not what I was expecting. But what was I really expecting to begin with?
Though, a response eludes me, not quite sure how to reply.
Is it too early to ask personal information, like what she goes to school for?
So I settle on something rather generic, and honestly boring when I think about it.
9:24am
Oh. That's cool.
I roll my eyes at myself, knowing how uninterested I sound, when really, that can't be further from the truth.
My phone buzzes in my hand as I sit on the couch in my living room.
9:25am
Is that a bad thing?
Of course not.
Okay then.
I stare at our messages.
This doesn't have to mean anything at all.
We're not looking to get anything out this situation, right?
I texted a number that was given to me, it wasn't who I thought it was.
And for some reason we've both kept up the ruse of responding to each other.
But now, I'm lost on how to respond from here.
Maybe that means it's time to give this up.
My phone rings in my hand from my alarm; it's time for my client meeting.
I'm thankful for the reminder and honestly for the distraction. I drop my phone onto the coffee table and head back to my computer. Maybe I'll respond, maybe I won't. But for now, it'll have to wait.