She started to pull her hand back.
I reached out quickly and took it, sliding my fingers between hers.
She sighed in obvious relief, but then frowned darkly. “Something’s very f*****g wrong here.” With her free hand, she took back her phone and started swiping at it. “Someone’s f*****g with my phone somehow. Cooper!”
“Yeah!” he yelled from behind the counter. There was no one waiting, so he came around to our table.
“How do you, like, bogart someone’s text messages?” Maeve asked, then looked to me to explain, “He’s a tech nerd.”
“I’m an app creating wizard, thank you, and someday I’ll create the next Angry Birds and/or Grindr.” He c****d an eyebrow and held out one hand.
She plopped her phone into it. “Anjali has a bunch of texts from me I never sent. And I never got her responses, e
