“Micah Cruz?” Nina says, and dammit, it sounds like she’s smiling, but I can’t see her. “Why are you calling me from Rhode’s phone? Also, how many times did I tell you in high school not to call me Phil? You know I hate it.” High school? “No, you don’t,” Cruz says. “You secretly love that we have our inside joke.” They have inside jokes? “Okay, fine. Maybe a little.” “That a girl, Phil.”
