She finally realized she was reacting kind of slow when she stared at the phone, not sure what she was supposed to do with that for a moment, like write the number down in it for him? What the fuck, wasn't he a grown ass man now? Then it dawned on her that he was giving the phone to her and she immediately forgot the reaction time to clasp a hand over her mouth like he had handed her diamonds. He was a grown ass man. She wasn't the one handing out gear, he could probably cut his own steak and everything.
"No, come on," she decided with a deep breath of determination, pushing past him to head back into the kitchen. She came stalking back after a clattering slam, the phone tucked into the strap of her bikini top and a blunt pair of scissors in her hand. There was just one thing she had to take care of before she got off this fucking island.
Standing up on her toes in front of the bathroom sink, she pulled a lock of her overgrown hair straight up from her head and gave it a satisfying chop.