My Best Friend's Brother Is Typing… — Episode 8

head, said yes. Marlo was already texting on the way out. Ugh, my brother wants to know what I'm doing tonight, nosy. She typed back, didn't think twice, should have thought twice. By the time we got downtown, it was dark. Tyler's group was outside the restaurant, talking, laughing. When Tyler

saw me, he waved. Jean, I told you guys not to bring gifts. I smiled, handed him watch I picked out. He took it, grinned. Always keeping things even, huh? Halfway As we went through dinner, the table got loud. Someone brought up dating apps.

Everyone had a story. Jessica was across the table, on her second glass of wine. Then she turned to me, smiling. Jean, you've been so quiet.

Are you seeing anyone? The table quieted a little. I set my glass down. Not really.

Oh, honey. Still? She glanced around the table, making sure everyone was listening. You know, I keep telling my little sister,

guys don't care about personality. They see you first. And if the packaging isn't right, they don't even open the box. The table went dead quiet Jessica put a hand on my arm squeezed fake concern. I'm just saying don't wait around,

Nobody's coming to save you silence. Then the restaurant door Sorry, I'm late baby Baby, he'd never called me that in real life only online the whole table froze something in me Jessica's hand was still on my arm.

Silas looked down at it, just once.