“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to,” Ava said and turned to me. “Didn’t you once ask for a dick pic when you were on that dating app?”

“Yeah, but they banned me.” I paused. “To be honest, I asked because he looked like he had a small one, and those guys can be deceiving. Plus, this guy is really nice.”

“You’re still texting him?”

“Yeah. He thanked me for being cool about it because most girls wouldn’t be. I told him how to get a better angle and asked why he was sending it.”

“Oh, hell,” Ava muttered.

It was a bit crazy when I laid it out like that.

“So are you, like, friends now?” Halley asked, putting the now-empty cart off to the side.

“No. I have no idea what his name is.” I made a show of examining my nails. “I didn’t give him mine, either. No idea what he looks like or who he is.”

The eyes of both my best friends were trained on me, and I knew exactly what they were thinking.

I’d lost my marbles.

It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

“I know people think Halley is the weird one here, but you are really quite strange,” Ava said slowly, drawing her brows together in a frown.

“Hey!”

“Yeah, no, she’s right.” Halley raised her eyebrows. “So what are you going to do? Just keep texting this nameless, faceless, unknown man with the relatively nice dick until…”

“Until I get bored, I guess. That, or I have a one-night stand with him and recognize his cock.” I shrugged. I’d thought last night was the end of our chat, but he’d texted me this morning to wish me a nice day. “He’s a nice guy. We actually have a bit in common.”

We took the stairs in single file, avoiding the stream of teens who were headed to study.

“Hey,” Ava said brightly when we reached the bottom.

“What?” I asked.

“Have you considered that we might know the guy whose penis that is?”

I was pretty sure I’d remember those tattoos, but what if they were new? What if I’d just never paid attention to tattoos on anyone I’d met before? I could have passed him in a coffee shop and never known.

“No,” I said firmly. “No, no, no, no. I’m not going to believe that. Ava, why would you do that to me?”

She shrugged, but her eyes were full of mischief. “It just occurred to me. I mean, who is he? Is he even legal? Is he young and hot? Or is he the limping janitor at the high school?”

I was going to throw up.

Halley laughed and turned around. “I am so glad I didn’t look at that picture.”

“No, no, no.” I was muttering to myself at this point. “No!”

Halley’s lips curved and she met my eyes. “You’re just gonna have to ask him, aren’t you?”

“Fine. I’ll do it right now. He is not the limping janitor from the high school!” I yanked my phone out of my pocket, opened our message chat, and hit the reply box.