𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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rodrick wayne
one month later

it's been about a month since india and i started texting. we've texted every day, and i really fuck with her vibe. it's like she makes time for me when it's clear she's busy. she works in a hospital, but still makes time to text me back. i'm not used to that. it's a new feeling for me. it's crazy because i still don't know what the girl looks like. i don't know what her voice sounds like. all we do is text. it's starting to make me mad that all we do is text, but i'm not gonna bring it up and potentially ruin everything. so for now, we'll do just that.

it was 5:30 am, and i was just leaving the studio. every part of me wanted to go home and go to sleep but i couldn't. i had another radio interview at 8. any amount of sleep between now and then would only piss me off. i drove around for a while before i decided to stop at starbucks. a little bit of caffeine should keep me up 'til this interview's over. i pulled into their parking lot and got out of my car. i let out a small yawn as i walked into the building and fell in line behind five people. it was surprisingly crowded, and they were clearly short staffed. i knew i was gonna be in line for a while. the girl in front of me shifted her weight from one leg to the next. the feeling of irritation radiated off her body, she's clearly in a rush. the line inched forward, but the same customer remained at the counter. i sighed and pulled out my phone to kill time. india should be on her way to work, so i decided to text her.

To: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- good morning india

irritated girl's phone dinged. i watched as she reached into her purse to pull out her phone and check her notifications. i caught myself attempting to look over her shoulder, but her brightness was completely turned down. my phone vibrated in my hand. india had texted back.

From: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- good morning roddy

To: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- how's your morning going?

her phone dinged again. maybe it's just a coincidence, i thought to myself as she checked her phone. i strained my eyes trying to see who this stranger was texting. apparently she was straining her own eyes too, she finally turned up her brightness. i paused for a second when i saw the contact name. and the message. i watched as she typed out her next message.

From: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- it was going fine til my stupid ass decided to stop for coffee

i stopped. india is in front of me right now. she's the irritated girl. she's standing in front of me right now and doesn't even realize it.

do i speak? it would be weird as hell if i didn't. do i text her, or tap her shoulder? there were so many decisions to be made in such a little amount of time. i looked down at my phone as she texted me again.

From: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- how about you?

To: India 🧘🏽‍♀️

- it's been okay.

- i'm prolly finna sound crazy as hell

- but i need you to turn around

india looked up from her phone, looked to her left and to her right before she finally turned all the way around.

"roddy?" she smiled.

jesus, this girl is gorgeous. she had her natural hair tied into a top knot bun and her face was bare, but her eyes glowed with this cocoa brown hue. i couldn't stop looking at her, her smile was everything right now. it was contagious, and i didn't realize until i was smiling too.