It turns out that even when you’re fake dating, it leads to a lot of texting and hanging out. In the past couple of weeks, James has sent me Snaps of himself at practice, FaceTimed me while his brothers battled it out on Super Smash Bros, and texted me an unfair amount of cute animal videos. He calls the latter “happiness hits,” which is more adorable than it has any right to be. Last week we went to an arcade together, where I totally owned his ass in Pac-Man, and he’s developed a habit of showing up to the Purple Kettle when I’m working to say hi and buy a coffee. And honestly? As much as it
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