Page 78 of Tap Left
LolaB:
Ahhh, I see where you’re going with this now.
ThatGuy:
Now that’s where you’re wrong, Lola.
LolaB:
Hmm. Okay, then enlighten me.
ThatGuy:
Sorry, no can do. If you want to find out what happens next, there is some participation required on your part.
Ismile stupidlyat the screen and Mellie clears her throat beside me. “Sorry, just one second,” I tell her.
“Who is that?”
“It’s that guy I was telling you about. The one on Tap Left.”
The irony of me calling him that guy doesn’t escape me and Mellie gives me a funny look when I snort. “That’s his handle. ThatGuy.”
She smiles and leans over my shoulder to spy while I type.
LolaB:
What level of participation are we talking about here?
ThatGuy:
It would require you to get in your car, a cab, a boat, a helicopter. Whatever you have to do to get to point B.
LolaB:And point B is?
ThatGuy:
Capparellis. Tonight. At 9PM.
Ipauseto stare at Mellie, who looks worried. “He wants to meet you at night?”
“In public,” I defend. “We’ve been talking for like a month anyway.”
“So you actually want to meet this guy?”
I bite my lip and think about Daire. I don’t know why. Why is it always him? Why can’t I get him out of my head?
“I think I do.”
She leans back on the sofa. “I think you’re not sure. But maybe meeting him will give you some clarity.”
Another message comes through.
ThatGuy:
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ThatGuy:
