Calista
“Oh come on, how can you like pizza with pineapple?”
“Why not? It’s actually good with ham and a limited amount of pineapple. People have been hating on it without even trying, you need to try it.”
“Fair enough I haven’t tried it yet, maybe we could try it on our first date? :)”
My breathing quickened as I read his message. I hadn’t expected Z to suggest meeting, and the idea sent a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me. Meeting him in person would mean revealing who I really was, and the safety of our anonymous connection would be shattered.
I stared at the screen, my mind racing. What if he didn’t like the real me? What if he saw me as weak or pitiful once he knew my true identity and the life I led? What if he condenses this friendship back to me being only Kevi
