The three dots at the bottom of the screen bounced for ten seconds, twenty, thirty. A whole minute. Olive reread her last text and wondered if this was it—if she’d finally gone too far. Maybe he was going to remind her that being insulted over text at 9:00 p.m. on a Friday night was not part of their fake-dating agreement. Then a blue bubble appeared, filling up her entire screen.
THIS MAN WANTS TO HAVE DEEP CONVERSATIONS WITH HER CON VERSATIONS WITH SUBSGTANCE ICNNOT
