Mike took it - and then pressed a finger into his ear before saying, "Hey, hot stuff, got a phone in my hand. Put my stuff on it, please? You know I can't remember all those numbers." And a few seconds later, after the phone's screen had moved between address books and contact lists faster than a human could manage, he said, "Perfect as always. Thank you."

And he clicked his earwig off, holding Sandy's phone back toward him. "And here you go, sexy."