Chapter 11
See you soon.
That was what he’d typed. Cera wasn’t sure exactly what “soon” meant in Benny’s universe. But it obviously didn’t mean the same thing as it did in hers.
Over two weeks after their first encounter, she found herself asking the six-digit number: “I didn’t just imagine you, right?”
Almost immediately a message came back.
“Why are you asking me this?”
She shouldn’t have been surprised he answered so quickly. Over the past sixteen days, every time she’d texted him on a whim, his answer had come back, swift as if he’d been waiting by his six-digit texting device to give out answers to such scintillating questions as: “How’s your day going?” and “Is there anywhere to get a decent Cuban sandwich around here?” and “Where do you keep the extra toilet paper? I don’t wan
