Colby:
How’s work?
Me:
I think I’d prefer a cupcake.
Colby:
What about a breakfast burrito with quinoa? I know what quinoa is!
I laughed.
Me:
I know you do, food is literally your job, too bad you can’t cook, you could have been a killer chef.
Colby:
I prefer to eat the hard work, not prepare it.
Me:
That’s fair.
Colby:
Oh man, Viera just got up from her nap, shit, where’s her dragon? She said Ben hid it before school and I can’t find it anywhere!
I thought long and hard about it.
Me:
Check his Lego stash.
I drummed my fingertips against my desk in impatience, only to have her ping back right away with a picture of the damn dragon captioned “EUREKA!”
Colby:
How did you know he’d hide it in his Legos?
Me:
All men think alike…
Colby:
I’ll just take your word for it, oh shoot, gotta run, it’s the scary cry and dinner isn’t ready and… maybe stay at work for a few extra hours so I don’t—shit gotta go!
What? I thought our text exchange had gone well. Now she wanted me to work late? I frowned down at my phone, then looked back up at my computer and shook my head. Not a chance in hell.
I was going home.