DANTE
Tesoro: Done with your meeting?🥵🥵🥵
The message lit up my screen, followed by a trail of emojis. I narrowed my eyes, my thumb hovering over my phone as a flushed red face with its tongue out stared back at me.
What was that even supposed to mean? Was she overheated? Flustered? Choking on pepper?
Her emoji game had always been a mess—chaotic, and unpredictable, like she was speaking in some secret code only she understood.
I let the corner of my mouth twitch, staring at it for a beat longer before replying.
Me: Just wrapped up. 💼💀🕊️
A briefcase, a skull, and… a dove. Did it make sense? Not at all. But maybe that was the point. I wasn’t above matching her madness with a little of my own.
I leaned back against the cool leather as the driver pulled off, my assistant sliding in bes
