Soren: Too late.I’ll be the most tender.Wait until I see you again.I will be the best boyfriend in the world.
Soren: You okay over there?
Winnifred: No.I might fall in love with you at fifty percent if you continue this trend.
Soren: Fifty percent sounds oddly specific.
Winnifred: I can’t help it.What are you going to do if I get to one hundred percent?
Soren: I’ll probably have to catch up—unless I’m already there.
Winnifred: I need to work and leave you with your nonsense.Text tomorrow?
Soren: I’ll try, but it’s going to be a long day.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Winnifred: I bought us matching costumes.
Soren: I said no tights.
Winnifred: You’re lucky.I pivoted to 90s nostalgia.
Soren: If this involves suspenders or fanny packs, we’re done.
Winnifred: You wish.We’re going as Ross and Rachel—their 80s era.
Soren: Wait, is it 90s or 80s?I’m confused.
Winnifred: It’s both.Send me your address so I can have this shipped to you by tomorrow.
Soren: I’ll have my assistant send you a courier
Winnifred: Courier?Where do you work?Someone told me you’re a gazillionaire and live in a mansion.
Soren: Do I live in a mansion, Win?
Winnifred: I almost told them it was a lie, but then I’d have to tell them we’re neighbors, and they might realize this is all fake.
Soren: Good call.I ordered you a candy bouquet.
Winnifred: Are you wooing me?
Soren: I’m buying us more credibility.You can post that on your social media next to our baby ficus.
Winnifred: I’ll fake-swoon when it arrives.Do you think I should buy a costume for Pretzel?
Soren: Pretzel isn’t real.
Winnifred: Then who’s wearing this tiny cape and judgmental frown?
Soren: Win, tell me you didn’t adopt a dog.
Winnifred: Only because that would imply finding a sitter for Thanksgiving.Do you know how hard it is to find one?
Soren: I remember you being a hot commodity during the holidays.
Winnifred: Exactly.When we adopt a puppy, it’s because we’ll have a reliable helper.