I'd sent it an hour ago with no reply. "Hey, did you see my text?" I asked. She gasped — it had buried under notifications.
She wanted the details but the line was busy. "I'll DM you the details," I said quickly. It was in her inbox a minute later.
We never nailed down a real plan. "Just hit me up when you're free," I said. She did, that same evening.
She was posting photos from the weekend. "Oh, tag me in the group shot!" I said. My phone buzzed with the notification.
My battery was about to give out. "I've gotta run — talk later?" I typed. She sent a heart and signed off.