"Hey, Sean, can you Airdrop me our photos from earlier?" Bailey asked while she refilled her glass of lemonade Sean had made for them as soon as they arrived from their trip to Disneyland.
He was looking for something he needed for the meal he was about to prepare for them. The boy was too busy rummaging through the kitchen drawers to even bother looking up as he replied to Bailey's request.
"Sure. If you want them now, I think my phone's still inside Kaycee's backpack," his concentrated expression instantly changed into a face of triumph when he finally found some sort of a knife sharpener for the fillet knife he was about to use. "You can just go ask her to send them to you." He smiled at her, finally facing the girl.
Sean obviously showed no intentions of leaving the kitchen to retrieve his phone. He was dead set on sharpening his knife and filleting the slab of fish before him; his brows already furrowed in concentration. Bailey just shrugged at her friend's adherence to the kitchen. It was his territory after all.
The trio had decided to just hang and chill at the Lew's after their day of activities and unanimously agreed on letting the Chopped Junior Champion to whip up something for them to eat. Not that Sean wouldn't insist on doing so.
The fifteen-year-old girl then proceeded to the adjoining lounge where Kaycee was lazily seated on the sofa; her earphones in place, a lecture streaming on her laptop, and Oreo fast asleep on the cushions by her shoulder. Her other friend had mentioned earlier that she wanted to get a head start on her lessons before she got too busy to juggle school and work later on.
Looking out the window, Bailey saw that the sun was in its course to set; the Lew's pool reflected the pink skies on its Prussian surface while dried leaves danced in the breeze forming little leaf tornados throughout the yard. Nobody else was home. Miya and Cheuk were both abroad visiting the eldest Lew sister, while Serris was at an event at her college and was coming home a bit later that evening.
The whole house was engulfed by a comforting calm and silence that came with another day ending and the night getting ready for its arrival. Well, except the subtle sounds made by a certain boy bustling in the kitchen and the low music he was playing on the speakers throughout the house.
Bailey set her lemonade on the coffee table before resuming her spot beside her brunette friend. Kaycee had removed one of her earphones and smiled at her as she acknowledged her return. "Hey, Kayc, I asked Sean to Airdrop me our photos from earlier, but he said his phone's still in your bag and that you can just do it for me," she explained.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to give it back to him. Hang on," Kaycee set her laptop aside then fished her little backpack from the floor where she retrieved an iPhone in its notorious black case. Nothing's wrong with it, really. But it honestly looked like it belonged to a dad in his mid-fifties and not to a seventeen-year-old boy. Sean's taste in phone cases was still beyond them.
Kaycee then proceeded to unlock the device; Bailey was aware that Sean had a password for his phone, but what she should have known was that Kaycee had access to his phone via her fingerprint—her cute little thumb, to be exact.
Why am I not surprised? Bailey thought as she saw how oblivious Kaycee was to the fact that she just naturally went through Sean's phone like it was hers.
"Do you want to pick them out or should I just send them all?" She asked Bailey, showing her the phone's screen as she casually browsed through Sean's camera roll.
"Can you just send me all our group photos?" She saw that at least fifty percent of the photos from their little trip were of Kaycee—the majority of which were stolen shots of her—unaware that Sean was capturing beautiful moments of her.
