You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when it buzzes again. Ace’s name lights up the screen. Thinking about you… again. You glance over at him—he’s right there, sprawled across the armchair, grinning. Another buzz. Thinking about you… again. You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. Five minutes later, it happens again. And again.

Finally, he sits up, waving his phone like a flag.

“Hey! Did you get my message? ‘Cause… I’m still thinking about you… again.”