Mamie was still overthinking every word when, out of nowhere, Scott’s message showed up first.
[Mamie, I’m here. Did you want to talk?]
Her heart did a weird little jump. She tossed her phone to the other end of the couch, like just holding it too long would give away all her secret nerves.
She tried to pull herself together, planning to play it cool and pretend the last half hour of indecision never happened. Before she could type anything, another message popped up from Scott.
[You’ve been staring at my chat window for thirty minutes. If it’s hard to type, want to just talk instead?]
He barely gave her a chance to react before a video call request appeared.
Mamie was not about to accept that. She switched off her camera before picking up. Instantly, Scott’s ridiculously handsome face filled her screen. He was all sharp lines and serious eyes.
“Is my phone broken?” His voice was deep and calm through the speaker. “Why can’t I see you?”
Mamie cleared her throat, trying to sound unfazed. “Because I didn’t turn on my camera. Scott, I’m not really comfortable video chatting with someone I barely know. Voice chat works just fine.”
Scott pressed his lips together, considering that. “I always thought looking someone in the eye was the best way to show I mean what I say.”
He paused, then added, “But as long as you can see me, that’s enough.”
Mamie couldn’t help but wonder what century Scott was from. Compared to Latham, he was basically an alien.

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