His eyes roamed around my body as his back leaned against the kitchen counter.

I asked, moving in front of him

“Can I borrow your phone? I can’t find mine.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, handing it to me. I smiled and thanked him as I unlocked his phone and looked for my contact. I was about to press the call button and dial myself when I got distracted by my contact name.

My name was listed with his last name.