Chapter 18: Glued Heels

|| Veronica || Aaron and I were now sitting at a corner table at the nearby cozy ice cream parlor after ordering our ice creams. I was drumming my fingers on the table when Aaron slipped his hand in his pocket to take out his phone. 'No phones," I alerted, narrowing my eyes at him. 'Don't worry. I don't have my phone. I was looking for my card," he replied. 'Where's your phone? You never forget it." He scratched the back of his neck and said, 'Uh, it broke." 'It was okay when I left this morning. How did it break?" I arched an eyebrow suspiciously. 'It slipped from my hand." 'How does a phone simply break by—" 'Oh, look, there's a big poster of you right there." He pointed at a random advertisement poster, which reminded me of the story behind it. Then I started telling about that photoshoot. 'Hey, when are we attending that talk-show together?" I asked when the thought suddenly popped into my head. 'I think it was on… wait, it's tomorrow," he let out. 'Shit, we didn't prep