"Kitty," Phoebe Faulkner said, having laid down as well, holding her phone. "I don't think they're the same person. He must be an impersonator."
"What? An impersonator?!"
"Mhm," Phoebe Faulkner answered seriously. "He probably pretended to be him on purpose, just to save my face."
After Phoebe Faulkner said this, Kitty went silent on the other end.
After a moment, Kitty suddenly exclaimed, "Phoebe Faulkner, who cares if he's an impersonator! Even if he's not the Imperial Chief, he's still a super-eligible bachelor, right? He's ten, no, a hundred times better than that Howard Lynch. Listen to me, if you're sure he's a decent guy, you go and lock him down! I've got your back!"
"Kitty, stop teasing," Phoebe Faulkner said with a laugh. "There's nothing going on between us."
