She chose chaos.
At noon, Lena found Sam waiting on a bench, holding a cinnamon roll in one hand and a perfectly straight twig in the other. Sam handed her the twig with solemn ceremony. dramahd me
"Wait. Did you just invent a new tense of drama? Past perfect catastrophic?" She chose chaos
And that, truly, is the best kind of drama there is. As the sun dipped lower, Sam leaned back on the bench
As the sun dipped lower, Sam leaned back on the bench. "You know, 'dramahd me' is a stupid typo. But it's also the best thing you've ever texted."
There was a pause. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Not just any typo—a glorious, catastrophic, friendship-ending typo sent at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. Lena, exhausted from back-to-back shifts at the veterinary clinic, meant to text her best friend, Sam: "Drama with me? Need to vent."