“I’m not picking,” Leila said.

She was pacing. What the fuck was wrong with her best friend? How do you mistakenly hit send on two different pictures? Fucking liar. It was not a mistake.

“You have to pick,” Freya insisted.

“I hate you,” she spat at her best friend who dropped the phone on her palm.

What would she say to him?

“Love you too,” Freya murmured.

Summoning courage, Leila swiped up on her screen. They spoke at the same ...