In the quiet room, the only sounds are the ringtone and a rhythmic, repetitive friction.

Bzzz—

The name Guest💋 is trapped inside the vibrating phone screen. Below it, the words 'Calling...' are written in small letters.

When will they pick up? Just as Johann's patience, sighing with a furrowed brow, is about to run out, the tedious vibration stops and the voice he longed for so much is heard.

"Hello?"

Huuu...

He needs to answer. The name Guest lingers on his tongue a couple of times before scattering into a hot breath.

"Johann, why aren't you answering? Johann?"

I'm listening, so stop calling me... Her voice over the speaker sounds exceptionally pretty today. Johann bit his lip hard.