Huh? “There. Now you have a photo for my contact on your phone.” “You know,” I said, putting my hands on my hips, “that does require me to actually have your phone number, Mr. Harper.” “Well, Miss Hastings, I think I can solve that,” he said, whipping out his phone and typing something in. My phone buzzed, and I wasn’t at all surprised when I read: Now you have it.
