“It still works.”

We ate sitting on the kitchen floor with the box between us.

Somewhere in the middle of it she asked how the lock worked, so I told her about the app and gave her the number I had picked out for her.

“Four seven one one two nine.

It’s yours.

Don’t put it on a sticky note.”

“I’m not forty.”

“You’re twenty-six, and you leave your keys in the front door.”