“So.”

Not “WYD”.   Not “U Up?”   But,  “So.”

He might as well have written, “Listen to me So” or “ Hear me out So” or “why so. . . serious So?”

“However much thought you think he put into that message, I promise you he put a fourth of that into it,” Priya shouted piercing my thoughts  and snatching my phone from me.

“Priya wait! “I yelped praying that she wouldn’t click send or that she hadn’t accidentally activated the voice record option on the key pad. The last thing I needed was for C to hear me and my loud ass friend discussing the intentions of his text message.

“Yes? . . . Bitch Y- E- S ? Thats all you wrote. . . ? “Priya stirred with squinted eyes. ” You mean to tell me that we have been sitting here in the car . . .  in the middle of nowhere. . .”

“. . . We are three exits awa- ,” I tried to correct her.

“. . . In the middle of nowhere, ” she continued “so that you could  text 3 letters to this man?”

Before I could  respond to her painfully accurate description of the truth, I heard an audio indication that a message had been sent and delivered.