"...What?"
"You typed it in yourself, remember?" I said. "The contact name. You grabbed my phone and said I could only save that one. No other names allowed."
Two seconds of silence on the other end.
Then he laughed, that half-hearted laugh laced with exasperation. "That's it? You scared me. So change it. Just put it back the way it was."
"I changed it to your full name."
He stopped laughing.
"Valentine Henson," I said. "Your full name."
The wind cut through again. I pulled my coat tighter. On the sidewalk, a couple strolled past arm in arm, the girl holding a stick of candy, the boy leaning down to press a kiss to her hair.
"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice dropped low.
"Exactly what it sounds like."
"Because she sat on my lap?" His pitch climbed. "I already told you, she was drunk and messing around. You wanted me to shove her off in front of everyone? I grew up with her. Her parents know my parents. You want me to—"
"I know."
"You know, and you're still acting like this?"
"I know she's your childhood friend." I kept my voice steady. "I know your families are close. I know she's different to you. I know your whole group calls her 'wifey.' I know all of that."
He went quiet.