when the message alert chimed, it almost seemed like a marvel. I flipped ‘’‡–Š‡’Š‘‡ƒ†•ƒ™–Š‡‡••ƒ‰‡™ƒ•ˆ”‘Š‡”Ǥǯ†ˆ‘”‰‘––‡™‡ exchanged numbers for the student librarian program. I flopped onto my bed and opened the text message. This is what it said: –Š‘—‰Š–ǯ†–”›–‡š–‹‰›‘—ǡ™‘†‡”‹ˆ‹–ǯŽŽ‰‘–Š”‘—‰ŠǤŠƒ•ˆ‘” hanging out with me today! ٧ I had so much fun. ਏ Š‡”‡ǯ••–‹ŽŽ‘”‡™ƒ– to do, so I want us to hang out again. ਏ ‡–ǯs always get along till the day I die. ਏ See you tomorrow! ›ˆ‹”•–”‡ƒ…–‹‘™ƒ•–‘”‡ƒŽ‹œ‡ǯ†ˆ‘”‰‘––‡–‘’ƒ›Š‡”„ƒ…ˆ‘”–Š‡ ›ƒ‹‹—ǤŽ‡ˆ–ƒ”‡‹†‡”‘›’Š‘‡•‘™‘—Ž†ǯ–ˆ‘”‰‡––Š‡‡š–†ƒ›Ǥ Then I decided to reply to her text, reading what she sent me again. Dz‡–ǯ•ƒŽ™ƒ›•‰‡–ƒŽ‘‰ǡdz•Š‡™”‘–‡Ǥ ‘”ƒŽŽ›ǡŠ‡”Ž‹––Ž‡Œ‘‡ƒ„‘—–Dz–Š‡†ƒ›†‹‡dz™‘—Ž†„‡™Šƒ–…ƒ—‰Š– my eye, but it was the part before that drew my focus. Was that true? Were we getting along? I thought back upon the day, and it seemed like maybe we were. I was going to reply with the first thought that came into my head, but †‡…‹†‡†ƒ‰ƒ‹•–‹–Ǥ‘‡–Š‹‰ƒ‘›‡†‡ƒ„‘—–ƒ†‹––‹‰–‘Š‡”–Šƒ–ǯ† had a little bit of fun, too. Keeping that thought locked away deep inside, I insteƒ†™”‘–‡ǡDz‡‡ ›‘—–‘‘””‘™Ǥdz –ƒ›‹‰‹„‡†ǡ‘’‡‡†–Š‡’ƒ’‡”„ƒ…ǯ†„‡‡”‡ƒ†‹‰ƒ† wondered what she was doing on the other side of our phones.