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Brandon, going through his contact list, didn't even notice when Riven crept up behind him.
"Who is BF❤️?"
Brandom didn't react in time when Riven took his phone more closely to check whose number it was.
He frowned and opened the contact. It was his number.
He raised an eyebrow and turned the cell phone toward Brandon.
"What does this mean?"
Brandon, thus choking on his own saliva.
"What-what is it?"
Riven pointed at the screen.
"BF? Why do you have my number saved like that?"
Brandon felt the heat rising to his ears.
"Ah, that... uh...” he scratched the back of his neck, looking for a quick excuse. It's because of ⟪Best Friend⟫
Riven narrowed her eyes.
"⟪Best Friend⟫?"
"Yes. ⟪Best Friend⟫"
Riven looked at him silently for a few seconds, then looked at the screen again.
"What about the heart?"
Brandon felt his soul leave his body.
"Eh... it's... to make it look pretty."
Riven eyed him suspiciously, but said nothing more. He shrugged and handed the cell phone back to her.
"Whatever you say, ⟪Best Friend⟫"
Brandon sighed in relief.
But when Riven turned around, he hid a small smile.
Maybe Brandon thought he had made it out of the situation, but Riven knew him too well.
"I thought BF was ⟪Boyfriend⟫, but it's good to know we're just ⟪Best Friend⟫"
Brandon spent the rest of the day chasing Riven all over Fontana Roja, looking for explanations.