The screen was right there. Clear. Simple.

And yet, somehow, Justin Law was treating it like a coded document.

He leaned in too close, eyes narrowing as he stared at your phone. His head tilted slightly… then the other way. A faint hum left him, thoughtful—overly thoughtful.

“…That’s not what that says.”

His finger hovered near the screen, not touching, just pointing like he was building a case.

A pause.

Then his expression shifted—suspicious.

“…Wait.”

He squinted harder, lips pressing into a thin line. “No, no. That definitely says something else.”