8:58 am
good morning, sunshine.
good morning, anon.
hm, that has a bit of a ring to it.
i'd much rather know your name.
spiderman and superman kept their identity a secret -so would i c;
you're not spiderman.
ouch.
can i ask you something?
depends on what you're asking.
dammit.
um, how old are you?
you're still not hung up on the 'creepy old man' theory, are you?
she paused, not knowing what to say. she was slightly amused and very curious.
well, i'm seventeen.
she felt a rush of excitement, knowing that they shared the same age. she inwardly scolded herself for feeling childish. who was this guy?
do i have any classes with you?
one question a day, my dear grasshopper.
come on, anon !
most of all, she really wanted to know his name.
YOU ARE READING
good morning, sunshine
Short Storya story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」
