By the time Brett turned around, the phone screen had already gone dark. Erin pretended she hadn't seen anything, lowering her head and fiddling with her neatly trimmed nails.
Noticing her small gesture, Brett seemed to catch on. He picked up his phone and slid it into his pocket before handing her a glass of wine.
Erin took the glass, but couldn't help glancing up at Brett with confusion.
From the details of the photo, it seemed like he had taken it from the balcony. He had always acted like he hated her, so why would he take her picture and use it as his wallpaper?
She hesitated, wondering if she should ask, but Brett spoke first, "Why did you decide to study medicine?"
Holding his glass with one hand, the other tapping rhythmically on the table, he looked unusually relaxed. It was
