Wednesday — 9:14 a.m.
Ava's POV
“Blaze?”
“Yeah, Darlin'?”
“I want a phone.”
My ol' man looked up from his breakfast.
“A phone?”
“Yes. Rectangular device, touchscreen, makes calls. Pretty useful invention.”
He chuckled.
“Smartass.”
I smiled and took another bite of toast.
“I'm serious.”
“I know.”
“I'm tired of borrowing yours every time I need to call somebody.”
Blaze leaned back.
“Been wondering when you'd bring that up.”
“Really?”
“Figured you'd want your own eventually.”
I glanced at his phone beside his plate.
“I've got people I want to keep in touch with. It'd be nice not having to borrow yours.”
“You know you can use it whenever you want.”
“I know. But it's still your phone.”
“Fair enough.”
I smiled.
“Besides, you have terrible taste in wallpapers.”
He laughed
