written for Caesar's Palace's ship week (prompt: cyber relationship).
She's tapping at a keyboard, her knees bouncing, her heart racing, for a boy whose face she's never seen and a hand she's never touched. But oh it feels so good when he makes his fingers go click clack and spit out words onto a screen that she reads and somehow realizes that this person is who she wants.
Annie, he calls her. Seaweed brain, she calls him. Never sharing voices so much as moods conveyed though text, he captures her in his net.
When they see each other for the first time, he's not like she imagined. He has a beard, a fedora, eyes that see her revulsion, and wrinkles that tell truths as his mouth blubbers lies.
She closes the screen, shaking, this time not good.