“Amber? Is that you?”
Greg asked the familiar voice.
“I have so much to tell you!
I want you to make a choice,
I’ll be over in few. Cool?”
Greg had been seeing hints,
words and numbers rearranged.
Helpful messages buried in print.
Often enough to be strange.
Amber walked into his place with her key;
they’d been friends since school.
“The numbers in your puzzle, that was me!”
“The traffic hints and suggestions for chow;
I did it all. I control the world now.”
“You’re my best friend. You get a turn too.”