[It's been a really weird month for Veronica. She's been radio-silent the whole month since Reggie asked her out and she—well, panicked, essentially. Now she hasn't talked to him in a month, hasn't even reached out to anyone, and just getting his text makes her stop in her tracks and seriously consider maybe chucking her phone into a trash can.
She doesn't.
It's been a month, and some tiny part of her misses the company. And with everything that's happened—the Shimmer, the fake Pantheon—right now she just wants something normal. Something low-stakes.
She breathes out.]
Sure.
Want me to pick something up? I'm near a pizza place right now and I have money to burn.
TEXT.
She doesn't.
It's been a month, and some tiny part of her misses the company. And with everything that's happened—the Shimmer, the fake Pantheon—right now she just wants something normal. Something low-stakes.
She breathes out.]
Sure.
Want me to pick something up? I'm near a pizza place right now and I have money to burn.