The Time We Committed Arson!

"Well, then, I'll get going," Michael said as he spun around to leave.

But just right then, I patted my pants as if searching for something lost in my pockets.

Then, my eyes widened.

"H-Hey, Michael," I called out.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Can I borrow your phone?" I asked, trying not to sound embarrassed.

Michael tilted his head. "What?"

"I—I think I misplaced the keycard to this room," I admitted. "Must've lost it somewhere."

"So?" He turned fully to face me. "Just call the Residential Assistant."

"He's out," I said with a slight shake of my head. "And I can't call anyone… because my phone is in my bedroom."

Slowly, Michael's lips curled into a smirk. Then that smirk widened into a full-on grin.

"Oh, would you look at that!" he sneered. "And you were the one calling me dumb a few moments ago! Haa!"