Chapter 2

Back in her bed, she regretted her decision. At least she did an Irish goodbye and didn't give him the chance to say goodbye. Now maybe he would think of her as mysterious.

She was lying there, tired, but unable to sleep. So she grabbed her phone and scrolled for a while, watching short videos. But none of them caught her attention. It was always the same. Some cute animal, some botoxed woman or man trying to teach some halfass life lesson or thirst traps. She put the phone away. Staring at the ceiling. Like people probably used to do before phones existed. What did they use to do all day? She sighed. Stood up. Felt tired. Laid back down. Felt tingly. Got annoyed, got tired from being annoyed, got happy from getting tired, got energized from being happy. Couldn't sleep. Again.

Her phone vibrated.

"Where are you?"

It was Cam. Fuck.

Her heart pounded. She needed to wait a couple of seconds, she couldn't answer right away. Fuck, she wanted him to come over so badly.

"Went back home, sorry. Hope the rest of the concert was nice"

"It was nicer with you there"

Had he really written that? She pictured him outside the bar, freezing his ass off and trying to work his way into her life.

"That's cute"

"You don't sound that happy about it"

"How happy do you think your girlfriend would sound about it?"

He tipped. Then stopped. Then started writing again. It felt like hours.

"Ex-girlfriend"

"Oh - I'm sorry to hear that"

"Too bad you are"

Fuck.

"Cam?"

"Yes?"

"Want to come over?"

This time he didn't tipp at all, but the pause felt even longer.

"Yes"