I pick up the phone and see that it’s a text from Posey. Jesus fucking Christ, this guy won’t leave me alone. Posey: Text her tonight. Remember, tell her about the furniture and ask her how her day was. With one hand, I text him back. Halsey: You don’t think that’ll be weird? That’s what a boyfriend would do. Posey: A boyfriend would FaceTime, you are texting. And it’s just being a friend. Now do it or I will run up and down these hallways screaming all night. Is that what you want to happen? Halsey: Jesus, you’re annoying.
