When her phone vibrated against her hip, it felt a little like a sizzle, which made her think of bacon, naturally. Alice slipped the phone out of her pocket and touched the message icon.
Hellion10: You’re hot.
Dearlingerer: Clearly you have me confused with the bacon.
Hellion10: I do not. Shall I perform a taste test?
Happy summer, folks. Stay cool and read hot: Six Sentence Sunday.