Nerthus
I’m about to enter the restaurant to dine with my friend as an anonymous number texts me.
Anonymous: Share your location. This way, I can pick you up as soon as you’re done socializing.
I laugh before I write back.
Amber: Who are you? How can I even send you my location if you are anonymous?
The anonymous sends me a number followed by another text that has me all giddy in anticipation.
Anonymous: You know exactly who I am, Nerthus.
Smiling to myself, I save the number of my gorgeous stalker as ‘Mr. Best-f**k’ and put my phone back into my purse before walking up to the host.
Gigi is late, as usual, and I take my seat at the bar and order a dry martini. Sipping at my drink, feeling extremely happy, I don’t even bother that I have to wait.
Mr. Best-f**k: Isn’t he coming?
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