Morticia glanced under the table, her lips pouting as confusion etched across her face. She sat back up and searched her bag.
"You cool?" Jamie asked after ordering snacks for them.
"I can't find my phone," Morticia complained as she continued searching.
"Maybe you left it with Rhea," Jamie suggested.
She sighed in frustration. "Can I have yours? I need to check."
"Alright." He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it over to her.
Morticia’s eyes landed on his wallpaper — it was a picture of her reading in the library. It seemed recent.
"I'm your wallpaper?"
"You're my girlfriend... so why not?" He grinned, his aura cheerful.
Instead of calling her number, she opened Jamie's gallery, and her eyes widened when she saw so many pictures of herself, taken without her knowledge
