Chapter 12

"That's a really nice picture of her. No wonder you're drooling over it," he comments innocently, but I can sense the underlying tone of sarcasm in it.

"I wasn't drooling, I was just admiring it," I defend myself.

"Okay okay, I'm going to sleep now so you can keep ogling at Wyndy's pictures on that device in your hand."

"It's called a phone," I tell him.

"A phone," he echoes. "I want one."

"You can tell my parents about it, they already love you so much that they would be willing to buy anything for you. I don't have enough money to get you a new phone, these things are expensive," I tell him.

"Okay. Goodnight friend," he says and shuts his eyes.

"Goodnight," I respond and continue scrolling through Wyndy's Instagram page and liking virtually all her pictures because all of them look good to me.

I haven't been on the internet ever since I started working on my invention so I have to catch up on all the posts she made during that time.