Page 72 of Lemon Drop

“Maybe. And friend?”

“What, Yoli?”

She looked at me, a small smile curving her mouth. “I’m glad you happy. No one deserves it more.”

She left quietly. I looked down at my phone again. This time, there was a message.

Apple:

I’m sore in places I’ve never been sore because of you. I hope you happy.

I laughed softly.

Me:

Extremely.

Three dots appeared.

Apple:

Aren't you supposed to be working?

Me:

I am.

Apple:

Liar.

Me:

Be ready at 6:30. Casual. Wear something you don't mind taking off your shoes in.

Her response came immediately.

Apple:

Where we going?

Me:

On a date.

There was a pause. Then:

Apple:

You think you cute repeating that shit from yesterday, huh?

I leaned against the table, cheesing like an idiot.

Me:

I know I'm cute. You told me last night. Several times. When you could talk.

The typing bubbles appeared, vanished, then appeared again.