Though I was wary of joining the game, I took my place and watched as the bottle whirled. It spun and swayed, finally coming to a stop right in front of Theron once more.
From across the room, someone couldn't resist teasing, “Theron’s lost again! Let’s see your phone!”
Another voice said with a sigh, “With Theron about to get married, his pinned conversation is bound to be with his fiancée. What’s the thrill here? This round’s a flop!”
Theron, having been caught in the act, stayed silent. With a nervous demeanor, he handed the phone to Lyra, hoping for her nod of approval.
With a casual flick, Lyra unlocked the phone, letting everyone see it.
The screen quickly revealed Theron’s social app, displaying only one pinned conversation, Lyra’s profile picture.
Amidst a flood of messages from public accounts and work groups, our chat window was hidden at the bottom.
Beside my full name was a “Do Not Disturb” icon and a small red dot next to my avatar, indicating that my messages had gone unread.
Under the soft lighting, Lyra’s gaze lingered on me, and my embarrassment was laid bare for all to see.