Apparently, she must’ve grabbed it. I guess I hadn’t locked it when I shoved it in my pocket before carrying her out. The girl left a message for me. I stare at the screen for a few seconds. Then I burst out laughing, squeeze it back into my jeans, and make a beeline for the kitchen. It’s time to bring the guys the beer I promised. Her silly text is on my mind. Duck you. Autocorrect changed her message, making it completely opposite from what she intended it to be. She’s funny though.
