It's early in the morning for you as you sit at your table in your foodblock, sleepily sipping on some coffee you had left sitting a bit too long, but not long enough for it to go cold, just. Lukewarm.
Your palmhusk is sitting on the table in front of you and it buzzes softly, bringing you out of your half awake stupor. You sigh softly, not checking it right away; opting to tie your hair back and take a few more sips of your coffee before you even bother to pick it up and look at the screen.
When you do, you raise an eyebrow. You don't recognize this number at all, and you weren't too keen on opening up a message for a number you don't know...you slide it open anyway, taking another sip of your coffee and-
THAT IS ABBA AND THAT IS ALSO SO MUCH THAT YOU DID NOT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE HUMAN BODY.
You spit out your drinking, coughing and beating on your chest, cheeks reddening as you fumble with your palmhusk and delete the photo. No, this is not happening, it's probably a wrong number, a very very wrong number text.
You only leave her with a 'brief' message.
FIRST THING IS FIRST; YOU DEFINITELY HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER. SECOND; THIS IS WAY MORE THEN I'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE HUMAN BODY (MEANING: I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT AT ALL EVER,) SO PLEASE, *PLEASE*, CHECK THE NUMBER BEFORE YOU START SENDING SHIT OUT LIKE THIS ALL WILLY FUCKING NILLY. THIRD; I DELETED THIS 'PHOTO' AND WE'RE BOTH GOING TO PRETEND THAT THIS NEVER HAPPENED. AT ALL. PLEASE.