Eva’s phone buzzes in her gray Michael Kor’s handbag as it slides down the TSA conveyor belt at the crowded airport. She hears it continue to buzz, vibrating a siren song, that more text messages are incoming. The melodic sound spreads an indescribable feeling through her body. She smiles, sweetly, knowingly, and a bit sarcastically – Eva knows who it is, and she knows it drives him wild when he can’t reach her immediately. As she fast-walks towards the gate, E...