I showed Marnie the text. “This guy wants to see you. He’s keen! He’s the Hunky McHunkballs from the café, right?”
“Yeah. He seems nice, and he sort of says the right things now, but I remember him following Dan around as a teen and making my life hell.”
Marnie convinced me to reply.
Me: I don’t work tomorrow. We could grab lunch?
Scott: Sounds perfect. You don’t need to come into the city if you don’t want to on your day off.
Me: It beats doing housework.