Zoe strolled into the loungeroom, carrying a tea tray over to Jenae and Jack, who were sitting on a new couch covered in plastic with Katelin.

"So, how famous are you Jack?" Jenae was saying.

"Enough to earn a living from it."

"Why didn't you mention it? You know, you being on YouTube?"

Jack shrugged and smirked. "It was irrelevant. Also, how would I tell you? 'Hey Jenae, how are you? By the way, did you know I'm famous?'" He gave her a pointed look. "I've got a resolution to not be too conceited. You've got to have those things when you're as good looking as I am."

"I can see you're doing a fantastic job."

"How was your first night at your apartment anyway, Jenae?" Zoe asked her, spooning sugar into her tea.

Jenae and Jack looked at each other, but Jack saved her. "Yeah, she settled in fine. She was struggling with the lock a bit, and that's where I found her."

Katelin and Zoe nodded, slightly disappointed to hear a story less exciting than they were expecting.

"I had a bit of a scare, though," Jenae confided in them, munching on a scotch finger biscuit. "I had an intruder in the apartment."

"No way!" Katelin cried, her eyes widening. "Who would intrude on you? What have you got to steal? No offence, though."

"Well, I haven't got my phone to steal. I dropped it down the gutter."

"I'm fairly sure that there's a phone store in town if you were in the market for a new one," said Katelin.

"We might check it out…" Jack winked at Jenae.

Jenae glanced down at her tea on the coffee table and stirred it. She really needed to move into her apartment- but one afternoon in town with Jack wasn't going to hurt her, was it?

"Sure," her heart responded, forcing her to take a swig of her tea before her brain could protest.

Zoe raised her eyebrows at Jenae and Jack. "How exactly did the two of you meet?"

"Ha, ha," Jack scratched the back of his neck. "Like I said before, she was struggling with the lock of her apartment, and I helped her when I saw her having troubles."

Katelin snickered and shook her head. "This key?" she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key- a key that Jenae recognised as the original key to her apartment.

"What? How did you get that?" Jenae cried, snatching the keys off of Katelin.

"You accidentally gave them to me when you gave me the tickets in the airport… they were likely safer with me, anyway."

"Did you manage to even get into your apartment yesterday?" Zoe enquired pressingly.

"Oh, oh yeah. We- uh, I got a spare key."

"Your friends seem nice."

Jenae scoffed at the comment Jack had made on their way to town. This time they were in Jack's car, escaping the weather.

"They're okay. I've made a pretty cool friend over the past few days, though." She worded her sentence to sound nonchalant and dismissive, but she meant every word of it.

"Funny that," Jack winked, "I have too."

She opened her mouth to respond with a statement equally as sweet, but was silenced by Jack's sudden outburst of, "we're here!"

"Do you have any idea where the phone shop is?" Jenae questioned him as his circled around the carpark, looking for a spot.

"No idea," he answered, pulling his Mini into a dodgy spot between a concrete balustrade and a bulky Range Rover.

Jack unclipped his seatbelt and motioned for Jenae to do the same. "Right, so; you can go to the East Wing of the shopping centre, and I'll go to the West. Call me when you're…" he paused, remembering that her inability to call anybody at the present time was the whole reason that they were at the shopping centre in the first place. "We'll meet… somewhere."

An hour later, Jenae had walked up and down the East Wing at least four times. There was still no sign of Jack or the fabled mobile phone shop. In defeat, she sat down on a table outside of a café, hoping that if she stationed herself in one position, Jack might find her.

"Jenae? Oh, I've been looking all over for you!"

Jack was running towards her, a look of relief painting his face.

"Thank God, Jack, I was about to walk this wing for the fifth time."

"I found the shop," he murmured slyly, presenting her with a plastic bag.

Jenae pulled a curious face at him and looked inside- there was a box for a phone exactly like the one she had lost!

"My treat," Jack shrugged, pulling himself into the chair opposite Jenae.

"No, Jack, you can't do that. I'll pay myself, it's a bloody phone, expensive things…"

Jack stopped her ramblings of protest. "I said, 'my treat.' Let's order coffees, and this treat can be yours."

"That's not how it works, Jack. You can't pay for a coffee in exchange for an iPhone."

"Then you're going to have to buy me an awful lot of coffees, won't you?" He grinned cheekily at her. "You're not winning this argument, Jenae Jackson. Take the phone."

"You're awful, Jack," she frowned, looking at him with complete bewilderment.

"Am I?"

"No," she laughed, opening her new phone's box. "You're pretty great."

Jenae was unpacking her apartment later, and she couldn't stop looking over to the shelf where her new phone was sitting. She kept smiling at it; Jack was too generous.

"I should go on Tumblr," she thought to herself. "I've probably lost so many followers."

So, sitting on her freshly made bed with her laptop and a warm cup of tea, she prepared herself for a happy evening of blogging. Nothing was moving her anywhere.

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

Except for maybe her persistent doorbell.

"Comfy night in, nek minnit…" she muttered to herself, placing her tea and computer down and strolling over to her door.

"Oh, hey Jack."

"Jenae, it's a catastrophe. I'm trying to cook dinner and my stove is broken."

"I wouldn't call that a catastrophe."

"Would you just please come and take a look at it?"

"What makes you think I know anything about stoves?"
"What makes you think that I know anything either?"

Jenae sighed outwardly and nodded, turning her light off, leaving her tea to go cold and her follower count to diminish. Jack let them both into his own apartment, gesturing towards the nook in the wall that had a stove and mini fridge- a nook that he called a kitchen. Jenae sat his pot full of pasta sauce on top of the stove and tried the most obvious thing- turning it on. With that, the stove burst into life and a ring of blue flames appeared underneath the steel pot.

"Nothing to it," she smiled, triumphantly.

"I know," he winked.

Jenae let his comment process for a couple of seconds.

"You knew perfectly well that it worked!" she cried, shrieking with laughter.

"Maybe I did."

"You little rat! I will see you in the morning."

Jack watched as she stormed out of his apartment and into her own, presumably to wash her cold tea down quickly. "Goodnight, Jenae," he muttered to himself, sad to see her go.