Page 12 of Secrets in Love
To: Nate
Subject: ???
What the hell, Nate? You better have fallen, hit your head, and forgotten about our chat, or did I do something wrong and hurt your precious ego? I haven’t heard from you since you hung up on me, and there are only two reasons I will accept why you wouldn’t message, call, or email me back.
Get on it, tool.
Love,
Pissed-off Evie.
To: Pissed-off Evie
Subject: SHIT!
Shit, of course you did nothing wrong, Lil Gidget. And no, I didn’t hit my head either. My phone died. I’d left my charger in the shed, and I had to wait till morning to get it. When I got there, I fell asleep on the floor, and after that, I was just a douche who forgot. I’m really sorry, Eves.
Congratulations on the job offer, by the way. I am really, really sorry, and super-duper proud. Also, kinda worried about this Christian dude. What’s his M.O.?
Also, in future, please refer to me as Nate the Great.
Love,
Nate the Great.
To: Nate
Subject: Really?
Okay, that seems like a reasonable excuse. You are hereby forgiven. As for Nate the Great, you’re sticking with that?
Also, what is M.O?
Love,
Evie the Agitated
To: Sweet Evie
Subject: Answer the question.
Fine.
I’ll drop the name even though I think it suits me.
M.O.= Modus Operandi=What’s his deal?
He seems super dodgy.
My Spidey senses tingle whenever you mention his name.
Love,
Nate the Mediocre
To: Nate
Subject: Really really?
