“To do what?”
“Answer.”
I laughed. “Get your backpack.”
She slid out of the chair.
“That means yes.”
“That means get your backpack.”
She ran toward the living room before I could say anything else.
My phone buzzed against the counter.
I glanced down.
Luna.
The timing made me laugh.
I blame you.
Good morning to you too.
The typing bubble appeared.
I woke up wanting pancakes.
I smiled.
Sounds personal.
You made them ONE TIME.
And changed your life apparently.
Relax.
You brought it up.
This is why I don’t compliment you.
That was a compliment?
There was a pause before her response came through.
Goodbye Ellis.
I laughed and set the phone down.
“Was that Miss Luna?”
I looked toward the doorway.
Mila was standing there with her backpack hanging from one shoulder.
“You are entirely too invested in my phone.”