This time JW was hovering over his phone, fingers in his hair, elbows on the counter. Oh, God, he blew it he blew it. HAHA? Who even types that? His phone chirps and for a moment his vision blurs because of course it would pick right now for that. JW blinks rapdily and shakes his head before finally reading the message.

And nearly melting on the spot. OH GODS. Wow. Damn that walking monster truck!

oh haha tell him hi
good thing i think you would have been pretty disappointed
and thanks!


A couple of customers on the far side of the shop looked up as the normally quiet baker started making dying animal sounds at his phone.