he texted her. and she waited for the jump, the butterflies, the weird flip her stomach would do at the sight of his name on her phone. he texted her. she waited for a physical reaction. like a boiling *** of water that overflows, or an outlet that sparks when someone carelessly plugs something in. where were the bubbles? where were the sparks? he texted her. she picked up her phone. she looked at it. she got distracted by another message from her friend. he texted her. the world kept spinning. and that's how she knew.