Holt had sent me a pink heart emoji. My chest ached sweetly as I stared down at it, but before I could respond, he’d sent something else. An eggplant. I snorted, then watched as a tongue emoji appeared, then a peach, then a smiling face with sunglasses. Then five more eggplants, followed by another single pink heart. I laughed, wanting to cradle my phone to my chest like a total loser. Fuck, I already had it bad for Holt.
