Nola was nothing like that. Back then, she was always obsessed with beauty and selfies, constantly pestering him to take photos wherever they went. Sometimes he found it tedious and refused to take pictures, but she would always use her charm and coax him until he gave in.
Farah was exasperated by his arrogance. She thrust the phone at him, saying unhappily, "Change it back!"
He reclined in his chair, straightforwardly refusing, "If you don't like it, change it yourself. I'm not going to do it for you."
He knew she was clueless about phones, so he was deliberately making things difficult for her. It was infuriating—she was a grown woman with a daughter, yet she still had a couple's photo as her wallpaper like a teenager.
"You—"
Farah was so angry she nearly wanted to smash the phone over his head, but before she could act, her phone rang. It was Alex calling. She suppressed her anger and answered, "Hello, Alex."
