ROBERT AND THE TELEPHONE WORDS . GIGI 🌱 I'm waiting for the elevator on the 18th floor of the Ilikai with two other girls when the phone on our floor begins to ring. We look at it and look away. ‘It's for you,’ one of the girls jokes. I giggle and shake my head. The phone keeps ringing and we all ignore it. Downstairs, I head out of the lobby when I hear, ‘Gigi, hey Gigi!’ I turn around and it's Robert, a big black baldheaded security guy who has become a friend over these past months. ‘Why didn't you answer the phone?’ ‘That was you?’ He laughs. ‘Yeah, I was watching you on the security monitors. What did the girl say?’ ‘She said it was for me.’ We both laugh. ‘You bad,’ I say, and Robert chuckles with childish delight. . . .