He laughed nervously, scrambling for an explanation. "Oh, that? It's... uh... a funny story, actually."
She crossed her arms, waiting expectantly. "I'm all ears." Jackson ran a hand through his hair, buying time. "Well, I'm not usually this... technologically challenged. My regular phone had an unfortunate encounter with a cup of coffee this morning. Total goner. So, I had to dig out this relic from the depths of my junk drawer." Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced. "As for the clothes," he continued, gesturing to his attire, "I'm a firm believer in the 'comfort over style' philosophy. Have you seen the price tags on some of those designer outfits? Highway robbery, if you ask me." She studied him briefly, and then a small smile crept across her face. "Alright, Mr. Practical. I'll buy it... for now. But you better get yourself a new phone soon. This thing belongs in a museum." "Trust me, it's at the top of my to-do list," Jackson ass
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