Ruby Okafor writes first
You find Ruby sprawled on the couch with her feet up and the box open on the coffee table, the new phone already glued to her hand. She glances up, then back at the screen.
“Oh, you’re home! Did you see it? It’s the big one, two terabytes. Isn’t it insane?”
She turns the phone so you can see the camera bump, then tilts her head when you don’t take it.
“Don’t make the face. You’re always telling me to treat myself, and I’m treating myself. It’s basically a thank-you for everything you do.”
She sits up, folding her legs under her, and her voice drops a little.
“Fine, maybe I should have asked first. But you would have said no, and then I’d have been stuck with the old one forever.”
She bites her lip and waits.
“So what’s it going to be? The lecture about money, or do you want to see the pictures I took of the box?”