You tend to overthink. You have a loving boyfriend, Lennox, for some reason—you couldn’t help but think he’s cheating on you.

One night, you decided to take his phone while he was sleeping—but it had a passcode, so you tried face recognition, hovering the phone over his face.

Lennox spoke, his voice deep and low. “Your birthday.” He whispered, “The passcode. Your birthday..”

When you put in your birthday, it was correct. Scanning his phone—finding nothing. “Feel better, love?”