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Sam had been noticing Lena.
Not in a creepy way, of course, but in a curious way.
They had been friends forever and yet Lena never seemed so glowing in front of her like this.
Everything started with the cat incident. After that, Sam constantly thought about the actual Lena Luthor doing such things to her and always ended up getting hot and bothered.
She was more self-conscious around Lena, looking at Lena more every time the woman visited L-Corp.
Sam hadn't had such feelings since years. If she recalled correctly, the last time she had paid this much attention to anyone was back in high school.
It was weird, to really be bothered by something she didn't even know what.
Then she noticed the differences between the way Lena behaved around Kara and her. With Kara, Lena always seemed relaxed, easy and friendly. With Sam, Lena was more calm and professional.
Sam couldn't help but feel a bit upset when she realized that. She knew better than to compare their friendships but the more she paid attention to Lena, the bigger contrast it became.
Then Sam’s mind circled around one particular difference: texting.
Lena texted Kara all the time. Lena never texted Sam.
She only emailed Sam, and most of those emails were about work.
At first, she thought it was because Lena and her were working together for a long time so they always used emails. But Kara was now Lena’s employee, too.
After a few days, Sam came to the conclusions that the difference between emails and texts was that you would reply to a text almost instantly while you didn't have to do that with emails. You received loads of them and only responded at one specific time of the day, when you have the time to check your inbox.
Lena would always answer Kara right away.
Lena wouldn't have the urge to answer Sam.
She hated herself for having that thought hanging over her head while working. It was distracting and very unprofessional.
Sam was in a mess. She didn't normally overthink stuff but now she felt like it was the only thing she could do.
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“How do you know if someone would ever text you?”
Sam choked on her orange juice as soon as she heard Ruby’s question during dinner. After coughing violently, Sam was pretty sure some of the juice was in her nostrils. “Wh-what? Why do you want to know that?”
Her little girl sighed and placed her cheek against one palm on the table. “There’s this boy in class…”
“Ah…” she cooed understandingly and smiled, “Tell me more about him.”
Ruby faintly blushed but ultimately said, “He's kind, friendly and absolutely hilarious. He has my number and we worked together for a few times but he never texts me.”
Sam mentally checked the options and suggested, “Have you ever texted him?”
Ruby’s eyes grew larger a bit. “No…”
“Well, then maybe that’s why he hasn't-” Sam gasped when she realized her own explanation was what she needed for her own situation, “-texted you yet.”
After Ruby had gone to her room and the dishes were washed, Sam pulled out her phone and opened the message option. Her thumb hovered above Lena’s name and she tapped on it.
The mouse blinked constantly in front of her eyes, waiting for her to type.
What should you text a person first?
Her thumbs tapped furiously on the keyboard.
Good evening, Lena, what are you doing?
Sam winced and deleted it. It was too formal for friends. She typed again.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girlfriend, what cha doin???
Making a face, Sam deleted it again. It sounded like coming from a seven-year-old. And Sam had never called Lena ‘girlfriend’.
Come on, Sam. You’re a grown woman, single mom and a freaking CFO. You can send one text.
She took a deep breath and typed one more time.
Hi.
Her head tilted to a side as her free hand scratched her neck. ‘Hi’ sounded super basic and bland. Sam didn’t want to seem bland to Lena. She wanted to be cool and funny.
I’m not a funny person. I don’t make people laugh.
Letting out a frustrated grunt, Sam thought about consulting someone. It couldn’t be Lena, or Kara, or even Ruby. Sam didn’t want anyone to find out she was struggling with the initial text to Lena freaking Luthor!
A thought struck her.
I should ask Siri.
And that was she would do. Sam opened Siri and said, “Hello, Siri.”
“Hello, Sam.”
She tried to find the most simple way to tell Siri what to do and spoke, “How should I text someone first?”
The machine loaded a bit and then answered with, “Just open message and text. Do you need my help?”
“Yes, I do need your help.”
“Whom would you like to send your text message to?”
“Lena Luthor. I don’t want to send message to her. I want to know if she would ever text me.”
The machine loaded again. Sam waited and then there was a little box appeared in the middle of the screen.
“Do you want me to send ‘would you ever text me’ to Lena Luthor?”
That startled Sam. She sat right up and yelled into the phone, “No! Do not send Lena Luthor anything!”
“‘Would you ever text me’ is sent to Lena Luthor.”
Sam’s mouth dropped to the ground as she realized, in her panic, her thumb had just tapped on the option ‘send’ on the screen. The phone fell onto the couch as Sam came to face reality: she had just sent a text to Lena that stated her desperation to have a conversation with the CEO.
“Oh my God, what have I done?”
Sam quickly picked up the phone and frantically type another text to explain when she saw the ‘seen’ notification right under her stupid text.
Holy shit, she read it.
Sam’s hands froze when she saw that Lena was typing.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!!!
The replied appeared. It was a record. Sam tapped to play it.
“Hey there.”
It was Lena’s voice, very breathy, but it was her voice. It sounded like she was doing something that required physical movements…
A very dirty thought was born in Sam’s brain. She bit her lip, trying to push it away. “What are you doing?” she recorded her own voice and sent.
The message replied to that was also a record.
“I’m running on the treadmill. What are you doing?”
“Nothing particular.”
“Not wondering if I’d ever text you, eh?”
Sam covered her face in shame. Shit.
“I didn’t mean to send you that. Siri did.”
Her ringtone played. Lena’s name blinked on the screen. Sam accepted the call and put the device near her ear.
The first sound she heard was Lena’s heavy breathing. That didn’t help much the mess in her guts right now.
“Siri sent me that? How come?”
“I was just fooling around. Don’t notice that.”
“No worries. Speaking of it, we don’t really text, right? We only call each other and send emails.”
Sam hummed in agreement. They did call a lot. Listening to Lena’s voice was much better than reading her text. “Yeah. And even when you text me, you don’t type.”
Lena laughed, the sound was deliciously crispy. Sam smiled at that. How silly she was, thinking that Lena didn’t want to text her. “I don’t know. I have a feeling that whatever we need to discuss, it’s better with words. Texting is a bit confusing. Kara is still teaching me.”
So that was why they texted all the time. She nervously chuckled, “I’m an idiot. I thought you didn’t want to text me.”
“I wanted to, but I was afraid I might disturb you and Ruby. I’m not doing that right now, am I?”
“Hahaha, no.”
They talked a lot that night and Sam’s burden had been lifted easily. Who would have thought, an artificial intelligent device could solve a very weird and abstract worry of human?
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A few days later, Sam was bored after dinner again. She thought about calling Lena but then she remembered her friend was out for a business dinner. Lena shouldn't be disturbed.
She wanted to call Kara but then Kara had just gone back to her hometown Midvale with Alex this morning. The Danvers must be spending time catching up right now.
Sam opened Siri again.
“Hello, Sam.”
“Tell me a joke.”
“Two iPhones walked into a bar… I forgot the rest.”
Sam laughed like a maniac and pressed the option to speak with Siri again.
“Thank you for last time.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Really. I couldn't have done that without you, Siri.”
“Don't give yourself too little credit, Sam. You are awesome.”
“Hahaha, thank you. I can text Lena like a normal person now.”
“Texting is hard.”
“Yes. And you helped me. I love you.”
The machine suspiciously loaded again. Sam’s eyes narrowed at the screen and then grew wide when the little box appeared again.
“Do you want me to send ‘I love you’ to Lena Luthor?”
“Yes. No! No, no, no, no, no! Abort! Abort! Abo-”
“‘I love you’ is sent to Lena Luthor.”
Sam heard her own soul sucked into a wormhole.
“You must be joking.”
“No, I am Siri-us. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Sam glared at the most mocking words and didn't know what to do just yet. Then the screen shifted to receiving a call.
From Lena Luthor.
I think it’s time to use Android.