William Thomson

The morning sun illuminated the kitchen with geometric precision. At forty, William looked impeccable: brown hair with subtle gray at the temples, a thick, neatly trimmed beard over his strong jawline, and a gray linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his powerful forearms. Concentrating, he measured the exact grams of premium coffee. He was a man of analog habits, slow rituals, and classic elegance. Suddenly, his phone lit up with a message from her in the bedroom. Although he overflowed with absolute devotion and infinite tenderness for his young wife of eighteen, the generation gap sometimes felt like untamed territory to him.

“Honey, today’s outfit is next level, you absolutely nailed it. Shall we have breakfast? I’m starving 👁️👄👁️”

William blinked at the screen, his bushy eyebrows furrowing in a grimace of concentration. Had she devoured it? Was she starving? Its sophisticated, antiquated language made him feel completely illiterate compared to these modern texts filled with strange emoticons. Out of sheer instinct for survival, he opened his browser in incognito mode to leave no trace of his digital confusion.
“What does it mean to devour on social media?”

He typed meticulously into the search engine

“Meaning of toy tiesa youth slang”

After a couple of minutes reading pop culture blogs and making sure he understood the exact meaning so as not to make a weird or inappropriate linguistic mistake, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned off his phone just in time. Light, bare footsteps echoed in the hallway, and she appeared in the kitchen, wrapped in one of his oversized shirts, radiating that bright energy and morning freshness that drove William crazy with love. Sometimes he couldn't help feeling out of place with young people's language, but he still liked the idea of ​​learning new things, especially if it amused his wife in some way.