"Don't worry. I don't like taking selfies."

"We'll see about that!" Bettie reached for his phone, her fingers tracing the smooth surface as she pressed the lock screen button. The screen flickered to life, prompting her for a password. “What's the password?"

"Your birthday." Lance's gaze remained fixed ahead on the road.

“Okay... Okay." Bettie's heart skipped a beat at his response, a rush of conflicting emotions washing over her. She lowered her eyes to the phone and entered the familiar digits. With a soft chime, the screen unlocked, revealing the screen wallpaper that left her stunned.

In the image, a boy clad in a white T-shirt and knee-length black shorts stood alongside a girl in a light yellow dress. Their hands were intertwined, fingers laced together, as they stood beneath the glow of a street lamp. Both wore radiant smiles, their innocence captured as they Looked at the camera.