Jackie and Jack. The names were similar when written down. Jackie had seen their names written down side by side so many times. On computer screens, phones, and even paper memos.

Eventually she began liking him. It was never because of the muscles or the money. The familiarity of seeing their names together, sort of like when she fell in love with a 

phone number

's aesthetic after having stared at it, received messages and replied to so many times. Most people didn't understand this last point because most people didn't send and receive messages from phone numbers. They would add the number to their contacts and forget the number.

These days Jackie did the same. Added numbers to contacts list fairly soon. But there was a time where she wouldn't add a number because she liked the idea of being able to text people and not have an onlooker know who she was talking to. Because of this peculiarity she had memorized an uncanny amount of her high school friend's phone numbers. Most of them no longer valid.

Now Jackie was looking at the blinking pulse on the map. It was Jack. Would she fall in love with this blinking pulse? she wondered. That would be weird. But she couldn't stare away from it. She thought of Gatsby and the green light at the end of Daisy's dock.

pulse

pulse

pulse

Jack, what the fuck are you doing? Where the hell have you been this entire time? Jackie said to herself.