CAMILLA: Oh no you got eaten by a cow didn’t you
CAMILLA: SOPHIEEEEEEE
CAMILLA: I’m going to call the police.
I’m sorry.
Messages.
Emphasis on the plural.
There were a ton more.
ME: Sorry. I got distracted.
I was quite surprised by her immediate response.
CAMILLA: OF COURSE YOU DID. Did you get there ok? Was there any problem checking in?
ME: Yes, it’s all fine. Nora was really kind. I’m getting food now.
CAMILLA: Okok. Good. I haven’t had an email back from Nancy so you might have to explain the situation when you get there tomorrow.
ME: WHAT?
CAMILLA: I don’t have signal. I can’t call. I’ve tried.
Right.
We were on WhatsApp. That used the internet.
Not to sound like a grouchy grandma, but there were too many apps on my phone that all did the same thing.
ME: Right. Ok. I guess I can do that.
CAMILLA: Thank you. Soph you’re amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
ME: Maybe we wait until I’ve gone there and see how that goes before you start singing my praises.
“Here you go.” Cait set an old, leather-bound menu in front of me on the table with a smile. “Everything all right?”
“Oh, yeah, just catching up with my best friend.” I returned her smile. “Who was that guy at the bar?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Hugo?”
I cleared my throat. “I heard him asking who I was.”
“Oh, right.” She laughed. “Ignore him.”
“Are you…” I motioned awkwardly with my hand.
Cait stared at me for a moment. “Are we… Oh.” She ran her tongue over her lips, pursed them, then fought a smile. “No. We’ve been friends for a while. Uh… he’s not my type.”
I stared at her.
Literally how?
Wasn’t tall, dark, and handsome most women’s type?