Irritated, she pulled her phone from the pocket of her tattered jeans and connected it to mine. When it was connected, I refreshed the application, and the picture appeared gradually.
Because of the photo given to me, I tightened my grasp on the phone. Randall was laughing while whispering to Charlotte in that photo. Someone shot a photograph that day at the event. My assumptions were right. He wouldn't notice me in the hall since he was preoccupied with other things. He most likely provided the sender with my phone number.
Ava looked at my screen and grimaced at what she saw. I gathered my confidence and smiled at her. “How can we show Randall what you said? That I will prove to him I can do what he is doing?” I asked Ava with a serious face.
Her side lip lifted, and she tugged me t
