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Rosie: Are you back? How bad was it? Tell me everything in front of a coffee.
Or two? Maybe three? How much is there to tell?
Just as I finally worked up the courage to answer, three dots started
dancing on the screen.
Rosie: I can come by your apartment, bring the caffeine to you. In one hour?
Thirty minutes? Now?
I could picture my friend batting her eyelashes at me. Rosie had never
drilled me so hard for a story.
Lina: I’m not at my apartment.
Rosie: Still at the airport? I can come by later. Just give me a time.
Taking a deep breath, I typed my answer.
Lina: I don’t think I’m going back to my place tonight.
Those three dots bounced back to life on the screen. She typed and typed
and typed. For a stupidly large amount of time. I frowned at my phone,
bracing myself.
Rosie: I KNEW IT.
A strangled sound climbed up my throat. That’s all she was typing?
Rosie: SO? Spill it. Type it, so I can tell you that I saw it coming.
I chuckled under my breath. Had I been that blind?
Lina: …