Dylan Hayes (dylan_hayes) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-07-19 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, william price |
Dear heart, So there's this guy...
Dylan had let her feelings settle after her talk with Nikki. Well, she'd tried to. She'd forgotten just how distracting a crush could be. A crush, seriously? What was she, thirteen? She took turns being giddy and disgusted with herself, but after two days she realized that nothing would be solved by burying herself in her work this time.
All of which explained why, when she finished her morning's work, Dylan's thumbs were hovering over a text message window on her phone. Firmly shoving down a wave of nerves (of all things!) she tapped out a message. Hi. I've been slacking on those food reminders. Want to grab some lunch? Hitting send before she could think better of it, or start analyzing what she should say, she set her phone down on her desk and set to saving and closing windows on her computer. Don't watch the phone, Dylan. Just don't. He might be busy anyway.