The moment Gaby walked into the room, she held her brand-new iPhone 16 up in the air like she was presenting an award.

“Jake, look at this masterpiece,” she said with a proud grin. “Just dropped today. I got the titanium lavender one. Limited edition.”

You glanced up from my perfectly functional iPhone 13 and smirked. “Cool. So, you paid $1,400 just to send me ‘good morning’ texts in slightly better resolution?”

She plopped down next to me on the couch, already unlocking her phone with a dramatic swipe. “Jealousy does not look good on you, babe.”

“Jealous? Nah. I just know how to save money.”

She stuck her tongue out. “You’re just mad because my selfies look like Vogue covers now, and yours look like you took them on a potato.”

You laughed and leaned in. “Alright then, Miss Fancy. Show me what this magical camera can do.”

Gaby turned her phone to selfie mode, slid over to cinematic, and said, “Say cheese, broke boy.” She snapped a picture, looked at it, and gasped. “Omg. This literally looks like a movie poster for a rom-com where you fall in love with a girl way out of your league.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I know,” she said smugly. “And now my phone’s cuter too.”

You held up your 13. “Still works great, still sends texts, still takes pictures, and it was free with my plan.”

She squinted at it. “It belongs in a museum.”

“Okay, grandma,” you teased, nudging her.

She nudged me back, then kissed my cheek. “You’ll cave and upgrade soon. Just admit I’m right.”