Elena’s POV

Drew: You still owe me that hangout, by the way.

I stared down at the text for a second, my thumb hovering over the screen.

Tuesday morning sunlight spilled across my sheets while my coffee sat untouched on the nightstand beside me. For a second, I’d genuinely forgotten I even gave him my number that day.

I considered ignoring it. Or sending something polite enough to end the conversation quickly before it really started.

Instead, I exhaled softly and typed back.

Me: ...