’If you were a status, I’d like you! - Andrew Z.’

Jack read and re-read the note his friend had sent him via messenger pigeon as he petted the small bird. Andrew was, for the most part, an oddity. His messages - or ‘tweets’, as Jack liked to call them - were always obscure. Did that mean he liked him? Or that he didn’t? Jack was quite the chatterbox, sending messages to his friends daily via the use of messenger pigeons, but for the first time, he had been stunned into silence.

It wasn’t until the pigeon lightly pecked its master’s hand that  he snapped back into reality. He patted the bird’s head. Well, two could play the odd and obscure game, couldn’t they? Jack grabbed his pen, as well as a small piece of paper, before scrawling down a quick note.

’I’d retweet you any day! - Jack E.’

He tied the note to the pigeon, which he had appropriately named after the person that it was directed for, before sending it off.

It didn’t take long for the pigeon to return, mainly due to them living in the same town. Yes, to some, Jack’s messaging system was outdated, simple and lazy, but he still enjoyed it.

He happily unfolded the note that had accompanied the pigeon. And, yet again, he was left dumbstruck.

’<3 Liked! - Andrew Z.’

Jack had a feeling he would never understand his friend.