Blu

[Blu gets more texts.]
“I like your music, it’s like a really good pastry! Uh no, I mean like electricity! An electric pastry? Uh...you know...like one of those....Ok this is going bad. I’m going to leave now. By the time you finish reading this outloud I’ll be gone. Also why are you reading this outloud that’s so weeeeeird. <3” Wait what?
[And so when Blu looked up from his phone Slate had already escaped.]