notpurple-violet

Cisco sat on his couch wrapped in a blanket. Just as he hit play on the movie, he got a text from Violet. Of course, Vi. Just when you choose to text me, I’m attempting to get my mind off things.
He smiled when he opened the text, though. His sister was just about
the best thing to have happened to him in the past year or so. They
texted for an upwards of 10 or so minutes before he heard a knock on the door. “Just a second! He hollered, knowing it was Violet. He jumped up from the couch and walked to the door. “What’s the secret password?” Cisco asked in a gruff voice.