I walked into my apartment and sat on the coach in the living room. I looked at my phone to see if Dillian texted me. Why was I waiting for him to text me? When I looked at my phone I did see a text, but not from him, my mother.

I realized it was the check up text, I got one text from her the first of every month. Talking about my grades, and how I needed to keep them up. If I don’t, I don’t get my apartment, since my parents pay for it. It’s not like it matters, I have a full scholarship, and they’re rich anyway. I gave my usual response. Right before I was gonna throw my phone next to me, it vibrated.

I was an unknown number. I read the simple text that said, “Hi Jessica, I was wondering if you would like to go for coffee sometime? -Dillian.”

I stared at it for a minute before another text came, “Sorry for being so weird this morning, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Followed by another, “Not that I’m scary, I just don't know what came over me when I said that, sorry.”

Before I could start thinking of a response I got hopefully the last text, “I really hope you didn’t give me a fake number.”

The last text made me laugh softly. I smirked when I had the urge to send ‘Sorry bro.’ I refrained from my impulse. Thinking how to respond. I stopped when I realized I was going to say yes to coffee. Why would I do that? I didn’t know him, other than he owns a bookstore, is nice, makes good coffee, has good taste in books, and is cute, and has a bad habit of knocking off his glasses, but does it so much he can catch them before they hit the ground… NO, do not I have a c-crush on him!

What am I gonna do? I don’t have time for that. I don’t even know how to have a relationship. Why am I even thinking about a relationship!? I’m doomed… I should text him.

After thinking for a while I settled on, “It’s me, coffee sounds good.”

“Great when are you free?”

“I’m free Sunday.”

“I can’t Sunday morning I have church, but we could do lunch?” When I read that I stopped for a moment. Who still goes to church besides old people? That's a conversation for later.

“Okay, Lunch sounds alright, where.”

“How about the Hive, on 18th?” Isn’t that a bar and grill? I did not think that would be his go to.

“Sure, how about 1?”

“Sounds perfect, see you then!”

“Yep.”

Alright, in four days I have lunch with Dillian.