Phoenix has had to teach a few people lessons about respecting teenage girls' boundaries

Phoenix narrowly stops himself from saying That's my girl. She's not his girl yet, and he shouldn't treat her like she is. Instead, he smiles, squeezing her hand one last time.

"I know I can. Stash the pasties. I'll bring more food tomorrow. And a hair tie, if I can find one." He smiles fondly at the way her bangs fall in front of her eyes.