"Then I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow," Lucas Quinn said.
"Don't skip class," Charlotte Allison reminded him, clearly remembering that he had class all day tomorrow.
"Alright," he obediently agreed, then asked, "How about having dinner outside tomorrow night? I know a really good seafood place."
"I can't go out to eat with you tomorrow. There are some things I need to take care of after I get back. Let's save it for another time, okay?"
"Not okay. I can pack it and bring it to your office to eat together."
"Alright, then pack it and bring it over."
As they were chatting, Lucas suddenly leaned towards the camera.
Charlotte watched as his face enlarged on the phone screen, listening to his clean voice asking softly, "Sis, do you want the camera to move downwards, to see anything else?"
Charlotte: ...
She felt like the screen suddenly looked inappropriate.
"Sis? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you want to see. Watch..."
