The trade lived in the chat
· 6 min read
N. kept the phone face-up on the nightstand like it might apologize. The last line in the thread was “ok wait.” That had been true at dinner. It was still true at 3:40. The reputation number on the other profile had not moved. Neither had the Monero.
This was how you bought XMR if you did not want another exchange account. You did not so much place a trade as start a small relationship, badly, with a stranger who might be in a different afternoon. You were polite. You were available. You watched a score the way some people watch a stove.
The site was called LocalMonero. For a long time it was simply the place.