"Hm?" Rachel was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, Young Master Lopez had already called a waiter over and instructed him to bring a band-aid.
"It's nothing, really. Just a little scratch," Rachel said with a gentle smile, her lips curving softly.
This time, there was no distance between them anymore.
Donahue's lips tilted into a casual, carefree smile. "Last time, I lost my phone and didn't get to call you. I'm really sorry about that."
Rachel chuckled lightly. "What a coincidence. I did the same thing."
The truth was, she hadn't lost her phone at all. She had simply tucked it away, afraid Kellan might really throw it out if he saw it.
"Your phone got lost too? What a strange fate," Young Master Lopez mused. "Then, what's your phone number now?"
Rachel's eyes flickered nervously, her expression a little embarrassed. "Honestly… I don't even remember my number."
Young Master Lopez wasn't annoyed. Instead, he smiled patiently. "Do you have your phone with you?"
