Future Booty Calls

If the person existed in my contact list, their real name would show up instead of the default profile name. I clicked on the profile page. Just a name and a blue rose. No ‘About,’ no chat history. A random stranger, or a bot account? Either way, I was not interested. I was about to hit ‘Delete’ and ‘Block Contact’ when the second message came in. HerBlueRose: Don’t you dare delete me! I typed: Who are you? What do you want? HerBlueRose: You. I stared at the screen. Was that an answer to my second question? Who the hell was this? Something told me to look up. I raised my head. Kieran was still looking at the screen, seemingly engrossed. He didn’t turn his head. His face was impassive. But I caught him putting down his phone half a second ago. The pen was no longer in his hand. Acting on my hunch, I sent HerBlueRose an emoji for a pile of poo. I kept my eyes trained on him. He reached for his phone. Ah, so it was him. How the hell did he get my number? He couldn’t possibly ask Rainey fo