The Girl Date

~Frey~

I was elbow-deep in dust bunnies, aggressively sweeping the narrow hallway of our tiny home, when my phone vibrated against my thigh. I paused, leaning on the broom handle, and fished the device out of my pocket. The screen lit up with a text message.

*Unknown number: Lunch? Girl date. No arguments.*

I stared at the glowing words, my brow furrowing into a deep V. Was this a new phishing