Don't eat peanut butter cups for breakfast, Oz:)

Quick and simple, the message that lit up the Samsung screen, almost the cause of a suicide leap as the vibrations had it shimmying towards the edge of the table, had the biggest of grins forming on my face. It stretched so wide that the milk that had yet to be swallowed almost pooled from between my lips.

I mean it!!

A second text buzzed through immediately after. Plucking it up, beaming as I read it over another two times, I sent a reply.

I won't. I super promise, Eyes.

And I meant it, too. I had already had breakfast. A Kitkat...