Arriving at equal.chins.icons, Stephanie pointed towards Edinburgh Castle. The pair held hands, but communicated only by text.
"Look – theres hatch.pumps.luxury!" she texted, never lifting eyes from her iPhone.
"Lets go there, then head down to grain.bliss.forum," Mark texted back, referring to Holyrood Palace.
"I.love.you," Stephanie texted.
"Are we lost?" texted Mark, squeezing her hand. "It says 'No address found'."
Note to readers: these are real places. Also apostrophes have been intentionally missed out for extra realism. Rest assured that we continue to try to maintain standards here on Friday Flash Fiction.