A buzzing from my phone.
You coming tonight?
Crap, I cringe in the realisation that I forgot about the meetup. Before I can scramble an excuse my phone beeps again.
You forgot, didn’t you? I’ll give you 20 mins then I’m picking you up.
Double crap. I text back furiously, fingers moving so fast they become a blur.
What you wearing?
A beep only seconds after the message sends.
Dress in casual.
I look down. I’m wearing an old, oversized shirt that I stole from my brother years ago. To accomapny the worn fabric are a pair of pj bottoms, splattered with mini yellow minions. That counts as casual, right? Sighing, I grab my bag and a pair of sneakers, I’m an adult, I’ll wear pj’s if I want. My phone beeps again.