Instead of responding via text, I stood up and began walking home. When I arrived at our apartment, Debbie was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV.
"Hey," I said as I sat down near her, letting my stuff fall to the floor by my feet.
"Hey," she said, looking at me and returning her gaze to the television.
"So, I have a favor to ask," I said. Debbie lifted an eyebrow in my direction. "I found this phone and was hoping you could return it for me." I would do it, but I have a class to attend." I watched Debbie while she deliberated.
"Whose phone is this?" She asked me.
I said, "An older model from my Figure Drawing class."
"A woman?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah, here's what she looks like," I replied, opening Linda's f*******: profile images and handing Debbie my phone so that
