The haste produced an error message. “Password unrecognized. Pfft. Why don’t they just say ‘slow down, eager beaver’?” She scooted to the edge of the chair when her name popped in the users-list. Mr. Right had sent an email asking her to join him in chat around nine. She glanced at the corner of her screen. Ack. It was already ten. If her mother hadn’t called at eight forty-five to discuss Aunt Ruth’s foot surgery, she would’ve made it on time. Her mom walked her through every lurid detail; including how much anesthetic it took to make her aunt barf. RedHairedHoney greeted her right away. “Good to c u, Blonde1.” Finally. A conversation not involving feet. “Good to see you too, RedHairedHoney.” “Please, call me Red. By the way, a certain someone’s been asking for you.” Warmth rushed over Stella. “Who was it?” She knew the answer but wanted to make sure. “You know who.” Red added a smiley face to the end of the text, while a real one stretched across Stella’s face.
