Page 94 of Moonstruck at Midnight
Me:We don’t need to keep texting, you know.
W.S.:It’s fun. It’s like having unlocked a new feature on my phone.
Me:So, does Erin work with you?
W.S.:Yes. But not for long.
I knew it wasn’t my business to pry, and I’d gotten the answer I wanted. They worked together. That’s it. I switched the mood back to fun instead.
Me:Is she your boss? Haha.
W.S.:She wished.
Me:So, you’re her boss?
W.S.:You know you’re not getting any answers, right? Or if you want to go ahead and take your third guess, we can talk about anything you want regarding my job.
Me:Boring.
W.S.:Cheater!
Me:Help me practice.
W.S.:How so?
Me:I’ll try to guess things about the car I’ll own soon.
W.S.:Ask away.
Me:Is it a sports car?
W.S.:Yes.
Me:Is it red?
W.S.:No.
Me:Black?
W.S.:Yes.
Me:Nice! Is it a two-seater?
W.S.:Who have you been talking to?
Me:I’ll take that as a yes. Why do I get the feeling you’re a German-manufactured car enthusiast?
My father wasquitethe car enthusiast. And since I was his only child, there was nothing much he could do but talk to me about his passion. The irony rested upon the fact that I didn’t know how to drive yet. There hadn’t been a need for it.
W.S.:I’m sure Lily said something.
Me:She didn’t. I swear.
W.S.:Ok, keep going.
Me:I’m torn between Audi and Porsche.
W.S.:You’re so annoying.
