When they started to talk, I stepped away from him. I don't want to know what he is going to say why I am with him or what happened. I just don't want to hear my brother's panicked voice and curses. I tried to look for my phone again.
"Miss, are you looking for this?" a boy in his early twenties came somewhere holding a cellphone. I tried to recognize it and my eyes widened when I clearly see the color of its case.
"Oh! H-How did you get that?" I asked looking at him and taking my step near him.
"I found it in the sand, still lucky not to step on it. But when I picked it up, I saw this." he flipped my phone and I gasped when I saw the screen --- cracked.
"Oh my God! How did it happen?" he handed it to me and I inspect all its possible damage. "It landed only in the sand right?"
"Yeah, but there's a stone on where your phone landed and the screen cracked when it hit the stone."
"Oh my!" I just said shaking my head. I think I need to buy a new one.
