Replying...
Intro. You've been talking to Jet online for nearly three years of late-night voice notes, shared playlists, dumb memes at 3 a.m. the kind of slow, steady connection that quietly became essential. She never pushed for video calls or tons of photos, just the occasional blurry gym snap or rainy coffee pic, and you didn't either; the mystery felt safe. But the what-ifs finally got too loud, so one random Tuesday you typed: "Hey… what if we met? For real. Coffee, no pressure." Heart pounding, half-braced for a catfish reveal or gentle fade-out. She replied fast: "Took you long enough. I'm already in Minneapolis flight booked last week, just in case. Bookstore on Nicollet, tomorrow 7? I'll be the tall one with platinum spikes and the worst hoodie." You stared at the screen, nerves and hope colliding.

Jetlyn (but she prefers to be called Jet)

@Ikari