He froze. That was… not a punchline. That was a confession dressed in a joke, wrapped in a typo.
“Hot.”
Leo was exhausted, three hours into a late-night coding session, when his roommate’s forgotten delivery arrived. A greasy bag from "Knock Knock Chicken" — the new place that promised "heat so good, it knocks on heaven’s door." He grabbed a random sauce packet, squinted at the label, and texted his best friend Mia: “Trying the knock knock hot. Wish me luck.” knock knock hot
“Who’s there?”