You text Amy

I pulled out my phone after Marcus walked away and typed out a quick message to Amy.

Her reply came fast.

I grinned and sent back,

She fired back immediately.

I didn’t push it further. Just left it there, knowing she was sitting somewhere staring at her phone, probably flushed and pissed off. The fact that she responded at all told me everything I needed to know—she was still looking at my messages, still thinking about them, even if she claimed she didn’t want to hear it.