Touchdown yells Jack
Kat sighs as his phone
Lights up with a message
I bet that’s Seven again..
Texting about their project?
Maybe it’s Eli with a joke
Who knows doesn’t matter
Jack’ll disappear now.
Leaving me to my own

Devices. Prices.
Splices. Thrice.
Mice. Nice. Ice.

I need more ice.
To the kitchen..
I must walk away
Maybe he’ll stay
That’s my play..