"You couldn't be more obvious, Lucy," Suzan uttered as she suppressed her laughter.
Lucy's face flushed a little, but she managed to hide her flustration.
"You are misunderstanding," she responded quietly.
"I am not. You are blatantly lying about him not having a phone, which is— I don't know— unbelievable. There is no way a high school student in his prime teenage age doesn't have a phone.
Mind you, I am talking about a phone, not a smartphone or any expensive phone. Just a normal feature phone that can make calls and receive texts. Anyone can afford that. And you're saying that he doesn't have one…"
Lucy bit her lips and glared at Suzan. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come out, though her eyes glistened with what she was trying to convey.
Rosse, on the other hand, had no idea what Lucy and Suzan were talking about. She puffed her cheeks a little and asked, "Hey, hey, don't leave me out of this. What are you talking about?!"
"She has a crush on her brother."
