"Annie, you cannot eat the rest of that peanut butter," Joe chuckled.
"Fuckin' watch me," she smirked, "punk." She giggled as she watched his facial expression change from playful to surprised, but that same cheeky smile was on his face. "Next question, please!" She said, waving her spoon in his face, just a foot from his nose.
"Stop," he laughed before unlocking his phone and returning to his "questions" folder on Pinterest. He glances up at her just in time to see her look away.
How weird is it, that the thing that brought them closer was a text sent to the wrong person?
