Winky face.

Originally written 9.1.2012. Writings from my universe. "You know what that means!"

He came rushing up to me, out of breath, grinning goofily.

“Hey man, sorry to bother you bu-“

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I hadn’t seen him when I entered, nor had I seen him come in.

“The same thing everyone else goes to Panera Bread for- to eat food, man.”

I cocked an eyebrow and shrugged as he continued.

“She sent me a text,” he panted “with a winky face.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“You came rushing over here, out of breath, because she sent you a damn winky face?”

“Yeah!” he replied excitedly, “You know what that means!”

I shook my head.

“It means,” he whispered, “She wants my body.”