In the group chat
The Poll About Saturday
"Saturday: noodles or the grill place? Vote." Hanna posted the poll at 9:02. Tobias saw it at 11:40, in the gap between an article on why tram bells are tuned to one particular pitch and whatever he had been meant to do that morning. He did not vote. He looked at the poll.
There were two options. But in the forty messages above it, five friends had named four different restaurants, and at least two of them had clearly wanted the dumpling house. A two-way vote could not show that. It was possible, he thought, for the grill place to win and still be nobody's first choice.
He began typing. "Small point, but a poll with two options can't actually tell us what the group prefers if a third option would beat both of them head to head, which" and there he stopped, because he could hear Hanna reading it. He deleted the lot.
Further up, though, was a question Jonas had asked on Tuesday and nobody had answered: whether green tea really turns bitter with boiling water or people just repeat that. He wrote six careful lines about temperature and what dissolves when, added that he was not certain about the second part, and sent it. Jonas replied with a single raised eyebrow. "It's Friday, Tobias." Then Hanna. "Tobias. Noodles or grill." "Either is good. What time?" "I said 19:30 an hour ago."
He scrolled up. She had. He voted noodles, and to be safe he set a reminder on his phone, then noticed he had set it for Sunday and moved it back a day. He did want to go. He liked these people more than he knew how to demonstrate, and showing up was the part that actually reached them. At 23:15 he opened a private message to Jonas. "Unrelated. Do you want to hear why Hanna's poll was technically broken? It's quite a nice problem." "Tell me at dinner," Jonas wrote. "19:30. Saturday. The noodle place."