It was late in the morning, and Millie was still lethargically curled up in bed, tightly hugging her pillow. She didn't feel terrible per se, but the emotional hangover from the previous day's events had left her exhausted. She would have to get up for work soon, but she intended to stay there under the covers until the last possible minute.
She heard a small chime from her bedside table, and rolled lazily over to take her phone off the charger.
It was a message from Ben.
No, a photo.
A selfie. Holding a little red airplane.
Next to Arthur.
They were both grinning.
She wrote back immediately: WTF????
Another chime.
Can I come see you after work? Just to talk.
Millie smiled to herself, and replied: Sure. Come over around 8:30.
YOU ARE READING
This isn't weird.
RomanceThis is absolutely, definitely, 100% NOT the beginning of a bizarrely elaborate romantic fantasy starring Ben Schwartz. Are you kidding me? That would be so fucking weird. Who does that? I'm 31 years old. I am not the kind of unhinged person that wo...
