“That’s a nice picture,” he says, his voice low, and the compliment warms me from the inside out. “Yeah, but which one am I?” I ask. He immediately taps on the left side of the screen. “That’s you.” I lift my eyes to meet his. He’s right, but he didn’t even hesitate. How could he tell? He must see the question in my expression because he shrugs. “Something about your eyes.”
