Her friend Jess, sitting across the table, got a notification. Jess blinked at her phone, then at Dana. “Uh… did you mean to send this to me?”
Here’s a short draft for a story titled Title: Dana the Texting Incident
No reply. For twelve minutes, she watched three dots appear, vanish, appear again. Panic bubbled. She added: “That sounded less desperate in my head.” Then: “Please ignore.” Then: “Actually don’t ignore, that’s worse.”