me laugh. I reach into the large pocket that’s glowing and rescue my phone. VANESSA appears on the screen. Huh? Oops. This isn’t my phone. But before I can put it down, her message scrolls across the screen. Brock, thank you so SO much. For everything. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Wish you were here in NY. Leave it to a goddamn bazillionaire not to lock his screen, and who the hell is this Vanessa?
not the miscommunication
