Three days later, he's in the shower when she texts.
Grey or blue?
Brow creasing, he pushes wet, soapy hair from his eyes and texts back. Depends on what it is.
Seconds tick by…
I'm trying to pick a dress for tonight. So, which do you like?
But before he can respond…
Oh, never mind. I'll show you.
His eyes widen, but before he can text wait, the video chat springs up on his screen. Scrabbling, he nearly drowns the phone before balancing it on the shower caddy, high enough to not traumatize her.
When he answers, she's smiling.
"Hel-oh!"
