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ME:where did u go?

VERITY:casa de verano

VERITY:have u been?

VERITY:Cullen?

VERITY::(

ME:a black 2025 Acura Integra license plate N10 SYE will be there in 3 min

VERITY:…

VERITY:wdym?

ME:I got u a car home

ME:No subways for drunk verity

VERITY:CULLEN?! U CANNOT KEEP ORDERING ME CARS

ME:you cant stop me

ME:he’s out front

ME:don’t make him wait. I dont want to decrease my 5 star rating

The texts disappear, quickly filled with an image of my own face as she tries to video call me. I swipe to answer, immediately greeted by an awkward angle of her shoulder as she gets inside what I assume is the Acura.

“Hey.”

There’s some loud shuffling before she rights the phone and stares at me with the cutest pout known to man. The car is dark, but the city lights shine with enough brightness to illuminate her features as she leans back against the leather seats.

“I can’t believe you called me a car. You’re not even here. How’d you even do that?” Her words are a little thick, confirming that she is most definitely tipsy.

“That’s the magic of technology.”

She pouts again, and I try to hide my smile as I take another sip of whiskey.

“Are you outside?”

“I’m on my balcony.”

“You have a balcony!” She presses her face close to the screen. “What’s the view?”

“The ocean.”

Her jaw drops dramatically. “Seriously?”

“Here.”

I flip the camera around to show her what I’m looking at. It’s a little hard to make out the beach because of how dark it is, but you can see the reflection of the moonlight glazing over the waves.

“Oh wow, that’s so pretty.”

“Yeah, I’m going to miss it.”

“But you’ll be closer to me.”

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