While Pascal was a wonderful in-person conversationalist, his texting left something to be desired. Avery was no longer taken in by his youthful looks; the way he texted, in her mind, had proven what she suspected. Pascal was an old man in a young looking body. Whether or not that meant spiritually, or that he actually didn’t age, she wasn’t sure - but either way the results were the same.
He texted at the pace of a blind snail.
Avery eventually retreated to her bed, feeling her headache trying to make a comeback, and fell asleep while still waiting for a response to her second question. As snored peacefully, her phone screen finally lit up with a response.
“Is there some kind of outworld internet search engine that I can use to look things up? Not that I don’t like asking you, but I kn
