Chapter 9
Vee kept his word and texted when he got home. He also sent me pictures the next morning; one where he looked adorably sleepy and hadn’t gotten out of bed yet and another at 5:15 of him and the biggest cup of coffee available at Starbucks. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he needed to be at work early.
At lunchtime, as I was glaring into my sad, empty fridge, my phone beeped again.
I want to take you out on a date tonight.
My face broke into a wide smile, and I typed a reply.
Okay.
I added a smiley face emoji for good measure before returning to my previous activity. After a final scowl into the echoing fridge, I slammed the door shut. My staring hadn’t made food appear on the shelves, so I had to do it the old-fashioned way. Go to the grocery store. I fought the urge
