"Why will I touch your phone?" Yvonne's voice wavered slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure, her heart pounding in her chest.
Javier gazed at her intently, and Yvonne was so nervous about it. Could he have known she touched his phone? But how? Yvonne couldn't help with these thoughts.
What is she going to say that will make him not suspect her?
Javier stood up and approached her. As he was walking towards her, Yvonne also walked back until her back met the cool surface of the door.
"What are you doing?" Yvonne's said.
"Someone touched my phone," he stated, as he blocked her sides with his outstretched hands. "It wasn't the way I kept it, and it was only the both of us that were here."
Yvonne looked him in the eye so that he wouldn't suspect anything. "That begs my question: why would I touch your phone? What will I do with it?"