I took another drag from my cigarette and looked back out over the city. Fuck me. Ivy? Of all people, Ivy? There was no way I would have ever imagined I would end up kissing her. Sure, she was drunk when it happened, but still. Ivy? That was wild.
'We should meet again sometime.' I typed.
A few seconds later, she answered.
'How about today, after dinner?'
'Sure.' I replied. Then I sent a thumbs-up. 'Where?'
'One of my douche rich friend is throwing a party. All kinds of idiots will be there, and I need someone to be my idiot too.'
A house party. I had never been to one before. Not once. Hell, I had barely even seen one outside of movies, let alone attended one. I was not even sure if those red cups and loud drunk people were actually real or just some weird movie myth.
'Sure,' I sent back. 'I will be your idiot. What will you be for me?'
'Idiot handler.'
'Wow.' I typed back with an exhausted emoji. 'Okay. Text me the time.'
