ISABELLE'S POV

“Oh..I did order food service earlier”, Joey said.

“You should have told me”, I said, my voice barely audible.

“I'm really scared of letting this address out?”, I said.

“And please..tell me..it's not my phone”, I pleaded, silently hoping it was not.

We've made it a traditional that whenever we were at each other's place, you could place an order using the hosts phone.

We considered it as a treat.

So whenever I was at her place, I could order a meal for us with her phone.

And she could do the same with my phone whenever she was at my place.

“It's your phoneeee”, she said, stressing...