Lisa's POV
I stared at the door where he had just moved from and then back at the phone, the phone was in an obvious space for starters. And it doesn't look broken from this view of the table. Or spoilt, I glanced at the table again, then back to the door. What would it cost if I just took a peek?
I didn't wait to answer the question; I ran toward the phone, and I turned it on immediately. The moment the screen came to life, my heart dropped, but then the door flew open, and my reflexes kicked in, and the phone went flying across the room.
'Eishh…'
He glanced at the phone on the floor, then toward me. I didn't know what to say about what I had just then; I was mostly embarrassed, I won't lie, but the other part of me had a touch of resentment, and while I tried to put all these together, he started walking toward me.
"You said your phone was spoilt." I confessed.