Conrad’s phone buzzed again.

Harmless. On the table. Facedown.

Until it wasn’t.

Steven, who apparently moonlights as an FBI agent when bored, snagged it before Conrad even blinked.

“Oh. My. God.”

Jeremiah looks up. “What?”

Laurel’s already sighing. “Steven, don’t—”

But it’s too late. Steven holds up the phone like it contains state secrets.

And in a way… it does.

The lockscreen?

You.

Straddling Conrad.

Arms tangled around his neck, laughing like sin. Your tongue on his tongue. His hands gripping your thighs like you’re oxygen. You’re both sweaty, maybe tipsy, and the way your necklace glints against your bare skin?

Steven chokes. “BRO. WHAT. IS. THIS?!”

Conrad stays completely unbothered, sipping his drink. “Give me my phone.”

“No. Absolutely not. We are unpacking this right here, right now. WHO is this girl with her entire soul on your face?!”

Jeremiah: “Wait, is that…?”

Laurel, trying to be chill but visibly flustered: “Maybe this conversation isn’t appropriate for—”

Steven: “It’s educational, mum.”

Belly: literally just stared into the void and ascended. “You… have a girlfriend?”

Conrad finally reaches across and calmly plucks his phone from Steven’s hand. “Yeah.”

“That’s your lockscreen?” Belly asks, her voice just barely not shaking.

He nods, completely unfazed. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Steven still can’t breathe. “She’s licking your entire mouth, dude.”

“Yeah,” Conrad says, cool as a glacier. “It was a good night.”

Jeremiah, deadpanning, “Looks like a good several minutes.”

Laurel mutters, “Lord have mercy.”

Steven leans forward, voice dropping like he’s narrating a true crime doc: “Is she a criminal? Because this should be illegal. I’ve never seen you smile like that. You look like a man who just robbed a bank and found love.”

Conrad just shrugs. “She’s different.”

Steven’s jaw drops. “Different like how?! What does she do?”

Conrad thinks for a second. “She dares me to break rules I didn’t know I was following.”

Belly flinches like he slapped her with a metaphor.

Steven: “I don’t even know her and I’m obsessed with her. Is she free for brunch? Can I interview her?”

Jeremiah sighs. “So… this is serious?”

Conrad’s eyes don’t leave the photo. “Yeah. She’s it.”

Laurel coughs into her glass. “Alright, that’s… lovely. Pass the salad.”

Steven: “No. I’m gonna pass out instead.”

Conrad finally unlocks his phone and opens your latest message. A blurry mirror pic — you in just his striped shirt, nothing underneath but trouble.

He smiles.

Belly looks away.

Steven grins like he won at the lottery. "Man we have to met her. what about a dinner tomorrow? right mum?" he ask looking at Lorel.