Page 40 of Meet Hate Love
Any minute, I expected the sound of his alarm to go off, and I either needed to be out of this room or to feign sleep or illness until he’d left.
I sat up and snatched my phone from the nightstand, then went straight to my inbox and filtered through the thousands of emails to find Vance’s itinerary.
Wake at 10:15 (Only today to help with jetlag; otherwise, it’s a 9:00 wakeup call)
I nearly rolled my eyes. He’d really felt the need to type that out?
11:30 BRUNCH—Do Live Feed
1:00 Cimetière du Père Lachaise
2:00 Take metro 3 and get off at Réaumur—Sébastopol. Go to metro 4 and get off at Odéon. Go to metro 10 and get off at Maubert-Mutualité.
2:15 Pantheon
2:35 Walk to gardens.
2:45 Le Jardin du Luxembourg
3:15 Take metro 4 and get off at Château Rouge.
4:00 Montemarte—Sacré-Cœur Basilica
5:00 Take metro 12 and get off at Gare Saint-Lazare. Take metro 3 and get off at Palais Garnier.
5:25Palais Garneir
And it went on and on like that, which meant, lucky me. I could avoid him at all costs today. His organization came in for the win.
A text ribbon cut across Vance’s detailed itinerary.
Lucy. You got some ‘splainin to do…
Why in the hell was Margot texting me at four am New York time and quoting Ricky Ricardo?
I’m afraid to ask… Why are you awake?
The Rent-a-Poo man got lost. Don’t worry. He still spread the shit everywhere. It’s pretty majestic. But… that’s not why I’m texting you.
There are about fifty viral videos of you hurling an empty wine bottle at rats while going on some rant about them being bloodthirsty and wanting to eat Vance.
Music videos…
Adrenaline boner is trending on Twitter
I went to the internet browser and typed in “adrenaline bon”—I didn’t even have to finish keying in the phrase. Evidently, those two words made every stupid write-up, live feed, and video about as searchable asTwo Girls One Cup—and if you have no clue what that is, may I suggest you donotGoogle that.
You are now the infamous Adrenaline Boner Girl.
Just what I’ve always wanted out of my life. My mother will be thrilled.
My mother would probably disown me and take me out of her will—if she hadn’t already done that when I’d sent aFuck you, Kateto the family group chat last Wednesday.
Also, if you tell me you are now his fluffer…
I am not his fluffer. I had no idea he was planning to do that while I was there.
Sure…
