Andrew felt like his head was reeling. Andrew was so out of his depth that he didn't even know where to start. He'd taken the phone from Amir's grandmother and had gotten to work matching the numbers on the phone with the uncut stone that was before him. Over time he had begun to see that there were several different styles, different types.
But Andrew didn't know what that meant, or how they would match Maxwell. Andrew had thought it was just as simple as getting a diamond ring, but this process was telling him that he was so damn wrong.
At one point, each stone began to look the same to him, and both Amir and his grandmother could tell that he was reaching his limit. They took pity on him and Amir's grandmother closed the book that Andrew was looking at.
Andrew glanced up, his eyes wide as Amir took the phone from his hands.
