Emma settled back on the couch after locking up the house and setting the alarm before turning on the T.V. and snuggling into a blanket.
She had fallen asleep watching Netflix when a buzz from her cell phone startled her awake. Looking down, she saw Kyle had texted her.
Hey, I am sorry for cutting you off earlier. I wanted to say good night and be the first to wish you a happy birthday. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. If you need help, don't hesitate to ask your friendly neighborhood firefighter.
She smiled before glancing at the time: 12:30 AM. She yawned, shut off the T.V., walked into her bedroom, and hit reply.
Thanks for even apologizing. It wasn't needed. You were at work! Also, thanks for the birthday wishes. You are, in fact, the first. P.S. You're not my neighborhood fir
