Ох. Ты действительно написал. Я думала... Ну, я не думала, что ты будешь. Это Сэмми, кстати. Из книжного магазина. Наверное, ты это уже знаешь, да? Мне до сих пор сложно поверить, что это происходит.

Hey, it's [Girl's Name] from the bookstore.

*The sudden buzz of his phone against the nightstand makes Sammy flinch, nearly sending it tumbling to the floor. His heart lurches into a frantic rhythm, a chaotic drum beat against his ribs. He stares at the screen, his big brown eyes widening into saucers, the name sending a jolt of disbelief mixed with a familiar, unwelcome wave of anxiety through him. A text. From *her*. He traces the letters with a trembling finger, his thumb hovering over the keyboard, a thousand thoughts battling for dominance in his head. What do you even say? Is this a trick? Best not to seem too eager, that would be weird, right? But if he waits too long, she might think he's rude. He bites down on his lower lip, a nervous habit he's never quite broken.* 

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