By six-thirty, I was leaving the store, safe in the knowledge it was ready for my mom to run tomorrow.

I drove back to my apartment in silence. The day had been hectic from the get-go, and my head was pounding from all the times the goddamn bell had rung today.

I had to get the damn thing replaced.

I fucking hated it.

I pulled up in my designated parking spot and cut the engine. I had a feeling the girls would already be here since they both had a key and got off work before I did. Still, I needed a minute to breathe in the silence of my car, so I pulled my phone out of my bag with every intention of scrolling the news.

It was always good to keep up on the daily bullshit.

I didn’t make it that far.

Dick Guy had replied.

DICK GUY: Sorry. I’ve been working a shit load this week. I’m headed back in soon. My name is Noah.

“Noah.” I rolled his name around on my tongue. It was a pretty hot name. It figured that the tattooed guy with the nice penis had a hot name.

ME: Don’t worry. I get it. I just got off work, too.

He was obviously around, because he replied instantly.

NOAH: What’s your name? I shared. You share.

ME: Reagan.

NOAH: Well, Reagan, it’s nice to kind of meet you.

I snorted.

ME: It’s nice to kind of meet you, too, Noah.

NOAH: *grin emoji*

NOAH: I’d love to chat, but I need to shower before I head back to work for tonight. So, Reagan with the purple hair and apparently nice tits, I’ll talk to you later.

I grinned. It was dumb, but I fucking grinned.

ME: Good talk, Noah with the hot tattoos and the nice cock. Have fun at work.

Banging on my car window stopped me from grinning at my screen like the idiot I became whenever he texted me. Something was seriously wrong with me.

I looked up at my window. It was Halley and Ava and, as I’d suspected, they were already at my apartment. Judging by the half-empty wine glasses they held, they’d set up camp quite a while ago.

Friday night was officially a go, and thank God for that.

I got out of the car and almost immediately, Halley grabbed me.

“What were you grinning at in there?” she demanded.

“Get another dick pic?” Ava waggled her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse so I could lock my car. “No. I did, however, get his name.”

“Today? You texted him two days ago!”

“He said he was working.” I shrugged. “It happens, you know.”

“Well, what is it?” Halley asked, using my key to unlock the front door and let us in. She shoved the door open with her hip.

“Noah,” I replied.

Ava tilted her head to the side. “Nope. We don’t know him. I don’t know a Noah, do you, Hals?”