"So how was the library, hun?" deviantArt's voice startled Yahoo, breaking her reverie.
"Oh, uh, it was… Nice. Very nice. Just nice." Yahoo stumbled over her words, knowing her friend would never leave her alone if she found out Google had talked to her. THE Google.
DevA's eyes narrowed, stabbing the point of her pencil in Yahoo's direction. "What's your deal?"
"W-what? Nothing!" Yahoo tried to swat the pencil away but the pixie-esque girl simply intensified her gaze.
"… Did someone troll you again today? Do I need to photoshop them with elephantiasis in some unpleasant areas?"
"What?! No, not again! It was nothing like that."
DevA relaxed a bit, stretching in the office chair across from Yahoo. "Then what is it? Spit it out, girlie."
Yahoo was about to insist again that it was nothing, when a whirlwind of energy bounded up behind her and leaned over DevA's shoulder.
"Yahoo is just suffering a serious case of the UNFs. Google was totally hitting on her yesterday!" Tumblr smiled mischievously by DevA's ear.
"What?! Girl, why didn't you tell me? Are you serious?" DevA screeched, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Oh, I'm serious. I'm totally shipping it. The entire situation was oozing sexual tension, I can't even." Tumblr squealed.
"T-Tumblr! Don't say things like that! With my luck, Twitter will hear and it'll be trending by tonight and what would I say to Google if I saw him again and ohmygod what if you've already said something to him please oh goodness tell me you've not said anything to him andandand-" Yahoo gasped for breath, her head light with the possibility of her long-time crush hearing such nonsense from the hyperactive coworker.
"What's so wrong with Tumblr talking to me?" A sultry voice whispered across Yahoo's ear, and by the almost-fainting look DevA was sending her and the evil glint in Tumblr's eyes, Yahoo knew her life was over. Yep. It was just over.