Emerson felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, but it wasn’t until his lunch break that he was able to look. He’d figured it would be from Sean; everyone else knew to wait until the evening.
I’m already expecting his texts, Emerson though at he pulled the phone from his pocket and glanced at the message. How far down does this rabbit hole go?
Sean’s words were a simple, How’s your day going? But they still made Emerson’s cheeks warm.
“Who’s that from?” asked Rob, who sat in the cubicle next to Emerson. Rob peered over the divider curiously.
“No one,” Emerson answered too quickly. He shoved the phone into his pocket like a guilty teenager.
Rob made an interested noise. “New boyfriend?”
“No,” he said immediately, then amended, “I don’t know.” He grabbed his coat, flung over the side of
