3:17 p.m.

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March 1.

"Gimme your phone."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What for?"

"Gimmeeeee." He clapped his hands and leaned in, in an attempt to take it.

"Grabby much." I tossed at him and continued to unbuckle my bike from the rack.

We cut through this small hill of grass to avoid the crowded sidewalk. All the while, Oliver continued tapping and pausing and tapping...whatever it was, onto my phone. I could care less.

He stopped suddenly and grabbed one of my bike's handlebars, which caused me to eye him curiously. He only smiled and leaned closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I flinched, then noticed the phone in front of us, with Oliver's finger hovering over the camera button.

"Smile, Mei," I saw him say through the screen, an awkward mirror of us standing in the middle of a crappy sidewalk.

I frowned at the sight of myself. "You're not serious."

"As serious as my PB & J," he replied.

I sighed and returned my gaze to the phone.

"Say cheese!"

"Cheese isn't even that great."

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," he pouted.

"I try," I answered and ended up grinning.

Click.




I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and picked up my phone to squeeze in some me time before bed.

When I turned it on, I wasn't sure whether I should sigh, shake my head, or laugh.

Him: Mei!

I did all three.

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