I was avoiding Axel and Leslie’s requests to go out. I even avoided planning my twenty-first birthday. I was in a funk—a Weston funk—and didn’t want to talk to either of them about it, so I focused on work.
I was sitting at the kitchen table going over notes for my meeting with Cinthia when I heard my phone chirp. A strange message stared back at me.
My Love: What are you doing Thursday night?
Me: Who is this?
My Love: Your love. Tell me what you’re doing Thursday.
I hit the send button. It rang only once before a familiar low voice answered. “What are you doing Thursday night?” Weston laughed.
“Weston?” My heart accelerated as I realized I was on the phone with him.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
“How did … How is your number in my phone?”
“That Tuesday night when I saw you at Sparrows and you refused to give me your information?
