“Hello?” I say, even though I know who’s calling. I just messaged him, and he has my phone number from last night. But like, I didn’t mean for him to call me, just message me, like a normal person would.
Brody has never followed the unspoken rules, and this time is no different. Glad to see that some things don’t change at all.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he says, his voice coming out a little gruff. “Are you busy right now, can you talk?”
I sigh. I wanted to have this conversation in text form, so I can think about what I want to say and not rely on my poor brain filter that seems to be leaking like a sieve these days. It could be because I’m getting older and I’ve lost all my patience with people who seem to have no respect for my time, for my ability. Or it could be because I’m tired and I was
