Leila was almost done with her toast when Kelvin’s phone pinged. “The driver is here,” he told her.

Kelvin stared at the new Samsung phone on the table for a minute or two, then slipped it into his breast pocket. The short conversation they had about the phone already told him she wouldn't accept it. She was still as dogged.

She finished the rest of her food in silence and he watched, doing his best to cover up the discomfort brought by her presence. She was pretty. The ...