My phone buzzes in my pocket.

‘Why the hell would you do that?!’ A text from an unknown number read. I frown. I must text them back and tell them that they’ve got the wrong number.

I start to type when another bubble pops up and the text reads, ‘Don’t even try deny it.’

I furrow my brow, suddenly curious. I tuck my long, very oily hair behind my ear and respond.

‘I’m sorry… I…’

‘Don’t. You stood me up, Natalie. I thought you genuinely liked me, and I thought the feelings were mutual. But now… now, I’m an enraged man.’

I snort, can’t help laughing aloud. So a girl stood him up and he’s getting this upset about it? Time I show him.

‘Well, can’t say I found you that attractive, to be honest. You’re making it look like you’re trying, and that’s not what a girl wants. You should burn that shirt, your zipper was down, and, oh, never wear those shoes again. They make you look fat.’ I reply, curious to see what he will say.

The text bubble reappears, then disappears. Then it reappears again. ‘So… what’s your name?’ I laugh, a good, lighthearted laugh, the kind only Michael could pull out of me when he was still here.

‘Lilli.’ I reply. This might not be so bad after all.