Lyra Smith took the cell phone, the quavering in her voice from excitement mixed with a choke: "Thank you."
Morris Jackson gave a nod.
As Lyra held the phone and turned around, a few seconds later she turned back: "Uh… the phone unlock code…"
She handed the phone to Morris to unlock it.
He didn't take it, but just said, "Your birthday."
At this moment, Lyra was somewhat dumbfounded: "My birthday hasn't even gone past... I... huh?"
Morris repeated very gently: "Your birthday."
Lyra was just a little bit slow. Each time she was slow, she was adorably oblivious. Like right now. Her nose tinged pink and the corners of her eyes were also tinged with a slight blush. The words 'your birthday' left her looking quite bewildered.
Morris asked her, "Aren't you going to make a call?"
"Yes."
She snapped back to reality, turning her back to him.
