when whoever Levi is talking to walks into view, pulling my attention back. It takes a few seconds for me to register what I’m seeing, her body coming into focus after a few long blinks: slender arms, that shock of black hair. Curls bouncy and wild as she saunters into the frame and sits down next to him. Then I watch as Lucy’s long fingers weave their way through his hair, holding him close, his lips on hers as she goes in for a kiss.

