[Text to: She is My Sunshine] It is 7 at night, I’m pretty sure I have a contact high, and I felt compelled to say I love you. You may now return to your evening activities.
[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Wasn’t kidding about that contact high, and I am fucking starving. Where are you? We should get food.
[Text to: Blue Glowheart] just gave up work for the night. fucking code. am home. what kind of food?
[Text to: She is My Sunshine] Don’t care. Just food. On my way there.
[Text to: Blue Glowheart] need something to make me feel better. like sushi. can there be sushi?