Page 15 of Undeniably Enemies

Two hours later, Tinsley’s arm is wrapped through mine, and Stone is on her other side, less than amused to be doing this as we waltz into the phone store.

“I thought you had to go home to pack?” I question.

“She does,” Stone states bluntly. Yeah, he’s not handling her leaving to shoot this film in London well.

“Packing will happen. Phones are a necessity. Yo, my girl needs a new phone.”

I throw Tinsley a side-eye. “You’re not helping me. Who says yo?”

“Bitch, I’ve had three margaritas. What did you expect?”

Solid question.

“I’ve only had one. Life of a working medical student. But I need a working phone.”

“Hi, I can help you.” A guy comes scurrying over to us, only to stop dead in his tracks when he sees Tinsley.

“Oh, I just bet you can.” Tinsley winks at him, and I nudge her with my elbow.

“Jesus, little rose, really?” Stone groans.

“What? More flirting, more… I don’t know. Maybe it was more tits more tips, but that only works for bartenders and waitresses.”

“You’re Tinsley Monroe!” the guy exclaims, utterly starstruck.

“Yes.” She smiles brightly at him. “Hi. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“And this is Wren Fritz.” Stone steps in front of him, blocking Tinsley from his view. “She needs your best deal on a new phone, and I need your eyes off my fiancée.”

“R-right,” he stutters. “Absolutely. I can do that.”

Tinsley jumps around Stone. “Wait. Does she get a student discount? She’s a student.”

I roll my eyes at her. “No more margaritas for you.”

“I second that,” Stone agrees.

I turn to the guy, ready to get this over with and get home. “My phone fell, and the screen broke. I think I’m due for an upgrade anyway.”

“Okay. Um.” He continues to throw Tinsley looks, blushing every time he does, only to catch himself when Stone gives him a death glare. “I just need your phone number.”

I give it to him, and he pulls up my info on a tablet.

“Is it possible for you to transfer the stuff from my old phone over to my next one?”

“Sure. Let me see.” He taps a few more buttons before he frowns. “Your phone is almost completely full.”

I scrunch my nose. “Full? How so?”

“You’ve used nearly all your storage capacity. I can transfer everything over, but you’re going to run out of space very quickly. I’d suggest going through your phone and removing anything you no longer want or need on there. Like old apps, contacts, and pictures.”

Tinsley and I exchange glances. I haven’t gone through my phone in at least ten years, if not longer. I just kept transferring the stuff over every time I got a new one. But he has a point. I probably have my high school boyfriend on there complete with pictures of our entire relationship, and that dude was an asshat.

I snatch the phone back from him and start to go through it, though it’s tough to see with the screen cracked this badly. A whole chunk of glass is missing from the top where the camera is.

“Wow. I have all the apps I used in college and when I lived in Seattle, about fifteen different games, six or so coffee places, and that’s just on the first page of my home screen…” I trail off, my eyes rounding. “Damn, and over sixteen thousand pictures. Considering I can’t remember the last time I played any of these games, I left Seattle over three years ago, and I don’t talk to most of the people in these pictures, I do need to clean this out. But there’s way too much on here for me to do it right now.” I glance up at him. “Can you just transfer it all over so I can go through it when I have time?”

“Absolutely.”

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