Fake

Andy took the seat next to hers at the back of the room in Cell Biology class the next day. It was renown that this was a long and boring class so she’d have time to discreetly work her PALM on him.

Gleefully, her hands slightly trembling while writing the first question down…she passed him a note with the first question. If you could have dinner with anyone, who would you choose? Dead or alive lol.

He read it and smiled, put his pen down and stared to the right of the room, bit his lip and picked his pen up as he wrote hurriedly.

She furrowed her brow when reading his response. Who the hell is Matt Skiba? Sounds like he’s in a band or something. “I’m not familiar with his work, can you suggest a few songs?” She replied.

Start with Crimson, listen to the entire album. He wrote. His face broke into a huge smile as he wrote it; she smiled when she saw it. Their hands touched for a moment when the note was passed back to her and for a second their eyes met. Boom! Manifested.

Notes

-hamface-