Apparently, to Even, talk to you later means six days later.
Sana is sitting at her desk, trying to make sense of some
math exercises (who the fuck even invented limits, and who hurt them) without
much success when she hears a text notification coming from her phone.
For a minute, she’s excited it’s going to be Yousef with
another one of his stupid memes or ridiculously endearing, cheesy phrases (I
would sell my kidney for you? Who even says that? Sana can still feel herself
blush any time she thinks about it, but that’s only hers to know). But then she
remembers, she probably won’t get another message from him again.
She shakes her head, now is not the time for self-pity.
When she checks her phone, she realizes it’s actually Even
who texted her, and although she really would prefer it was someone else (a
very specific someone else), she smiles at the name paired to the silly photo
of Even she set up as his contact picture (it’s of him doing as many double
chins as possible, and since it was taken from Sana’s point of view – that is
to say, like two feet below Even’s head – it makes is head look like a pin, and
it never fails to make Sana smile).
Even: What’s up?
Sana: I hate math
Even: who doesn’t…
She starts to type out a response, when she gets another
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