"Can you help check my phone?" he asked suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere. "The password is your birthday."
I picked up his phone, curious. When the screen lit up, I was startled to see my own portrait as his lock screen—a photo from my sophomore birthday photoshoot. I remembered posting it briefly on social media but setting it to disappear after three days.
He had saved it all along.
A shy, quiet joy filled me as I unlocked his phone. I noticed immediately that my chat was pinned at the top—his only pinned contact. My lips curved unconsciously at this small but significant detail.
"You have several messages," I told him, reading the notifications aloud. "Margaret Grey is asking why you haven't answered her calls. She wants you to bring me to the pack dinner tomorrow night."
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