How did the interview go?
Good. I got the job. You’re looking at the Grove’s new hostess.
I wish I was looking at her.
“Earth to Emerson.”
I look up from my phone, smiling abashedly at poor Brady, who I’ve barely paid any attention to since coming over to his place. “Sorry.”
“I really don’t get it,” Brady says, shaking his head. “It’s been what, two weeks since you saw him last? And all you’re doing is texting?”
“And emailing,” I say, which is a silly thing to clarify.
“What’s the point, though? You said you want different things. How’s a bunch of incessant texting going to change that?”
Brady’s been like this ever since our show at the Sound Booth. His ego was seriously bruised that night, I can tell. Just seeing me look at my phone reminds him how much he loathes Kieran.
“I didn
