"Yes!" Ikenna said, nodding eagerly. "Now remove the 'Uncle.'"
"Slow down," she hushed him, waving a hand dismissively. "Also, call me Nnenna, not 'little girl.' I'm not a child," she added firmly. Then, with a small smirk, she corrected herself. "May I have your phone, Brother Ikenna?"
Her tone was playful, but her expression was sincere. Ikenna hesitated for a moment before nodding, satisfied with the compromise. They even shook hands on it before he handed over his phone.
She took the phone and pressed the power button, but the screen was locked. Turning to him, she held it up silently, her raised eyebrows speaking volumes.
"The password is 'healing,'" Ikenna said, almost before she could ask.
Nnenna blinked at him, momentarily surprised by the choice. "Healing?" she repeated, entering the word and unlocking the phone. Then she glanced up at him with an intrigued smile. "You must really love being a doctor to use that as your password."