Vasilisa Smirnov.
"Here."
My eyebrow shot up as I stared at the phone in his palm, wondering why on earth he was giving it to me. I glanced at the phone and back at his grim expression before grabbing it tentatively.
I inspected the phone, wondering what was so special about it. It was an older model of an iPhone, maybe the iPhone 12 or something.
"Uhhhh..." I trailed off in confusion, placing the phone back on the desk, my steaming plate of lasagna set aside for a moment. He glanced up from his food, eyeing me warily before speaking.
"You can use it for your Instagram and whatnot, but only as an anonymous viewer. It's heavily encrypted, so it can't be hacked, and you won't receive any dumbass messages," he explained, his plump lips wrapped around his fork.
I tried not to let my eyes linger as I nodded, yet another realization flooded through me. "Isn't this your current phone?"
