Victoria: Busy?
I nibble on the soft skin on the side of my thumb's nail as I wait for a reply. I've avoided this the entire day. I brushed it underneath the carpet, and now I've rolled it up, finding it in a heap.
Ryder: Just got home
That doesn't really answer my question. As my eyes roll, my gaze lingers on the ceiling.
Victoria: But are you busy?
Annoying. I am being annoying. His reply comes faster this time.
Ryder: No, what's up?
A casual question. One that didn't seem to hold interest. Perhaps he is busy and he just doesn't want to be rude. Stop overthinking.
Victoria: My parents want to meet you.
I literally locked my phone and tossed it onto the couch beside me. I place my hands on my knees that are lifted to my chest, my heels balancing on the edge of the couch. The c
