“Who are you talking to?” Rose asks, her tone casual, but the sharp look in her eyes says otherwise.

“No one, it’s just—” You try to hide the phone, turning away from her, but Rose is faster. Before you can react, she lunges forward, grabbing your wrist and yanking the phone from your hand.

“Rose, seriously!” You reach out to snatch it back, but she holds it just out of your reach, her smirk growing as she tilts her head.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she teases, bringing the phone to her ear. “Who is this?” she asks, her voice dropping to that no-nonsense tone.