It was 9 in the morning. Jamie was just sitting on her bed after washing up and making sure all her things were all packed-up. It was her last day in the city and she was feeling down about leaving. Her flight would still be at night but she had to check-out before 12 noon.
Her phone buzzed. Someone sent her a message.
It was Casey.
She felt her heart beat a little faster.
“Coffee?” he asked.
A little confused, she typed ‘Yes’ but hesitated to send it. Eventually, she deleted it.
‘Are you asking me if I like coffee or just teasing me because I like coffee?’ she muttered to herself frustratingly. She really likes this guy but she couldn’t tell him and she was exerting all her effort to act normal around him.
She was thinking of anything brilliant she could say to make their exchange of messages longer. She couldn’t think of anything.
She settled to, “Yes. Good morning :)”
She sent the message with a smile on her face as if Casey could see her. But she’s freaking worried each second without a reply from him.
Two minutes passed by when she received a photo of a cafe and two more messages from Casey.
“Good morning :)”
“I’m here at a cafe across your hotel. I’ll wait for you.”
She didn’t know what to do. Excitement and nervousness swept over her.