Cecilia was having one of those days. Short-staffed at the library, a pile of paperwork, the whole nine yards. When she finally had ten minutes to herself, she went to hide in the breakroom.
She smiled when she saw Larry's text. She still felt a little silly that he made her so giddy, but today was not a day for quibbling. Take happiness where you find it, right?
Of course. Sounds great. She sent back. She was not an emoticon kind of girl and didn't intend to start now, giddiness or no.