Saturday,March 17
Billy:Hey. What are you doing?
Grace:Laying in bed reading a book. You?
Billy:Just got home from the shop. But let’s keep talking about you being in bed.
Grace:Lol.
Billy:What are you reading?
Grace:You wouldn’t know it.
Billy:Hey, I can read ya know.
Grace:Lol. I know.
Billy:I wish you were snuggled up reading your book in my bed tonight.
Billy:Although I wouldn’t let you get much reading done.
Grace:You wouldn’t?
Billy:I’d try. But you’d have on those enormous glasses you used to wear in school. You’d have your hair piled up on the top of your head like an old librarian and I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I’d have to climb on top of you and take your book away and yank that bun out of your hair.
Grace:Hmm. Well, it’s good I’m safe and sound in my own bed then. My poor book would never get finished.
Billy:Mmm-hmm. Good night, Gracie.
Grace:Good night, Billy.
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Sunday,March 18
Billy:Still thinking about you in your dirty little reading glasses, laying in my bed. Have a good day at work.
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Monday,March 19
Billy:Hey.
Grace:Hi. How was your day?
Billy:It was okay. Went to the bank with Nik to talk about buying the shop.
Grace:How did it go?
Billy:Can I tell you in person? What are you doing tonight?
Grace:What did you have in mind?
Billy:Well, we can’t go out unless you want Noah to find out and lose his shit. You could come over to my place?
Grace:If I come over to your place, I don’t think we’ll spend much time talking.
Billy:That’s a risk I’m willing to take.