Chapters (36)
- Copyright Page
- About the Author
- By Cara Bastone
- Praise for Cara Bastone
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read on for a taste of Call Me Maybe
- Chapter One
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“That would be because I mumbled it because it’s ridiculously embarrassing and when I came up with it I never thought anyone would ever know about it except for me.”
“I promise I won’t judge you.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll say it again, but no laughing at me.”
“Deal.”
“It’s bigcojonesvera69.”
“. . .”
“I can feel you laughing at me.”
“I’m not! I swear. You just, ah, caught me off guard. Would you mind spelling that out for me?”
“B-I-G-C-O-J-O-N-E-S—stop laughing—V-E-R-A-6-9.”
“Okay, just one second while I sync with your account.”
“I’m not usually this silly, I swear. It was just that starting a website for my business really made the whole thing feel real and I needed a confidence boost. So, what better way than to look at my username and remember that I’ve got big cojones?”
“Naturally. Makes sense to me. And I assume your name is Vera?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry, I should have asked for your name right away. I’m still getting used to the customer service thing.”
“Oh. Great.”
“No, no, I’m not new to website troubleshooting. I’ll totally get your site squared away. It’s just the customer service thing I’m still getting the hang of.”
“I’m your first? I’ll try to be gentle.”
“Much appreciated. But you’re not my first. I mean, you’re not the first customer I’ve serviced. Oh, God. That’s not what I—Now you’re the one laughing.”
“Of course I’m laughing. That was the best thing I’ve heard all day.”
“Okay, ma’am, I’m truly sorry for, ah, misspeaking. I’m synced to your site now and it won’t be a problem to assist you.”
“Oh, is your manager listening in or something? WHOEVER IS LISTENING, PLEASE DON’T FIRE CAL UNTIL HE HELPS ME FIX MY WEBSITE. I PROMISE I WASN’T OFFENDED BY HIS OFFER TO SERVICE ME.”
“I didn’t—never mind. Oh, man. I see what you mean about your website. This is . . . not functional. Maybe if I . . . No. But what if . . . No. I wonder . . .”
“. . .”
“. . .”
“Cal? You still there?”
“Oh, sorry. I was getting lost in problem-solving mode already. I haven’t seen an issue like this before.”
“Ugh.”
“Did you say you had your laptop out and had internet access?”
“Well, I’m using my hotspot so I’ve got extremely pricey internet access.”
“Right. Do me a favor and go to your homepage and hit refresh. I’m wondering if I just fixed the issue.”
“Okay . . . refresh and . . . yikes. Pretty sure you just made the issue way worse.”