Electra's phone vibrates in the pocket of her coverall. Using her feet, she pushes the garage creeper and slides out from under the car she is working on.
She’s already smiling, knowing who has texted her.
Anders.
They've been at it since morning; texting back and forth. It had started with a ‘hello’ text from Anders, to which Electra replied with an equal hello.
[Just checking in on you.] Anders texted.
She smiled at the text. [This isn't acting normal, Anders.]
[It's not? I didn't know. Maybe you should teach me more on what this ‘acting normal’ thing is. I think I suck at it.]
She had laughed out loud at his response. [My tutoring service doesn't come cheap.]
From finding out the price of getting her to teach him, the conversation moved into more personal space.
Now, she's smil
