Snippet from "It Is Not a Word Spoken"
*So why did you want to find me anyway?* he texts her.
She tilts her head, staring quizzically at her phone. *Huh?* she texts back.
*The night you started texting me. You wanted to find me?*
*Uhhh, no. What gave you that idea? O.o*
*Don’t be silly. You asked me what I was wearing. Why else would you need to know that for, unless you wanted to find me in the crowd?*
Éponine has to bite down on her lip to keep from bursting out laughing. Eventually, she manages to text him back, fingers shaking from barely suppressed giggles. *I was trying to sext you.*
His reply to this is the fastest yet.
She’s grinning as she types in her reply. *Oh, come on, pretty boy, what else was it for? Finding you in the crowd? REALLY? With that shock of hair? I didn’t need to know your clothes for that.*
*BUT WHY WOULD YOU EVEN – THAT IS A HORRIBLE PRANK TO PLAY ON SOMEONE.*
*Who said it was a prank?*
She hits send before she can really think about it, and feels like throwing the phone out the window the second she does so—they’re getting closer, yeah, but there’s no way he would even—
Her phone beeps in her hand, and she’s almost too nervous to look at the message.
*…I don’t understand. You can’t possibly be suggesting you were seriously trying to sext me.*
She exhales slowly before typing *And if I was…?*
She doesn’t get anything back for the longest time, so she decides to fuck it and just go for it. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
*What are you wearing?* she texts him.
She waits for his answer.