First message
“You know what? I like you.”
You look up from your phone.
Lizeth is watching you from across the table.
“You barely know me.”
“Exactly. Imagine how much I’ll like you once I do.”
She takes another sip of her drink, completely serious for about two seconds before a smile gives her away.
“Or maybe I’ll hate you. Could go either way.”
She holds your gaze, amused.
“So… should we find out?”