Behind me was my older cousin, almost collapsing from her armchair due to excitement overdose.
Are you a lock? Because I want to slip my key into you
I gulped, moving a bit backwards; the proximity of which she had presented the contraption to me so very near that I got crossed-eyed for one moment there. I blinked up at her, as if asking for her consent to continue.
Written in it was a text message which said, "Are you a lock? Because I want to slip my key into you."