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she’s actively trying to hold back any sense of a comment , knowing that the guy probably wasn’t meaning to cut into her reading or studying time. he looked like a lost puppy , which is what she would openly call him if she was asked. “ god , you look like a fucking deer in the headlights , ” with that , she is pushing her book away before snatching the phone from his grip without any warning. “ it’s not as though it’s rocket science , perhaps next time , listen to the person setting up your phone so you know how to work it. ” his phone is back in front of him before a single minute passes. “ you’re welcome. ”
“hey, what the f--” a mixture of anger and sheer surprise colors his expression as the other snatches his phone from his fingers. he’s not sure why he didn’t react further; maybe he was frozen by the absolute bafflement of the girl’s boldness. by the time he’s shaken from his stupor his phone is back within his grip. “i know how’ta work my fuckin’ phone.” he fires back as he takes a glance down at his phone. “tiktok’s another story, though.” he almost feels silly for saying it aloud, albeit under his breath. he didn’t think of himself as being particularly ancient, but his inability to navigate the settings of an app primarily used by teenagers and young adults made him feel like he was around for the invention of the wheel.








