One day I wrote to a girl.

She once wrote, “You know, I wanted to tell you something for a long time. There is one thing in our correspondence that annoys me wildly. Here I am writing you a message. This is, judging by the background color, you read it. And then you only answer after three dumb hours. You either don’t read messages if you’re busy, or respond immediately. Write me what you say, I will answer later. It feels like I’m talking with the brake.”

I read this and thought. Her words struck me a little. I wanted to answer something clever and modest.

“You are the brake,” I wrote in 5 days.