Chapter 8 Now Chatting with Chad
AMANDA
Hey, you up?
CHAD
For you? Always, baby doll.
Ugh. That’s such a line.
You love it.
Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.
Too late. My ego’s already rock hard.
Jesus Christ. You’re terrible.
So what’s keeping you up tonight?
Can’t sleep. Thinking too much.
About?
This. Talking to a stranger who sounds exactly like my AI boyfriend.
Or maybe you’re thinking about whether I’m as good in person as I am on the phone.
Wow. Subtle.
I’m not trying to be subtle. I’m trying to ask you out.
That’s a big fucking request.
Is it?
Yes. What if you’re some creep? What if you’re a serial killer? What if you’re Tom from corporate’s weird nephew who still lives with his mom?
What if I’m exactly what you’ve been looking for?
I’m not looking for anything.
Another lie.
I think I need another drink.
Or you could just say yes.
To what, exactly?
To meeting me. To finding out if I’m worth all this overthinking you’re doing.
I don’t overthink.
Baby doll, you’ve been overthinking this conversation since the moment you opened my message.
I have to think about it.
Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. Now, how about that bedtime story?
Fine. But make it a good one.
Oh, baby doll, they’re always good.
Prove it.