MrClarke: I’m staying at the Holiday Inn for the night. We could meet in the bar?
Oh wow. I felt a wave of fear, because we were meeting at a hotel, but then, we were meeting to try and find our loved ones, so I shouldn’t feel nervous about it.
You know if he makes a pass, you’ll just bend over and take it, like the slut you are.
Ugh. Stop it.
Me: I’m stuck at work for a while. 8pm okay?
MrClarke: See you then.
No text speak or abbreviations. I liked that. It felt like I was texting with an actual person rather than a bot, or worse, someone my own age.