“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, just as a faraway male voice shouts, “Not fine,” over her. I laugh and shake my head. “Is that Rhys?” “No,” she says before he pops up over her shoulder in the frame, slumping back on the bed. “Yes.” He grins into the camera, pulling his shirt down like he put it on to be polite for me. “Good to see you, Ro.” “Hey, Rhys.”
