"Hey."

"Hello?"

"Did our conversation kept you awake last night?"

"Um... yes. Kinda."

"You sound kinda drunk last night."

"How'd you know?"

"Your voice sounds different today. It's more gentle."

"..."

"..."

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yes, I'm really sorry for calling you last night. I was in uh... I was in a depressed mood. It was really nothing. I'm really sorry for disturbing you."

"I was home when you called, and I was doing nothing. So there's nothing to worry about."

"Ok. Well, thanks for answering my question last night. You won't have to hear from me again. Goodb-"

"No. Wait. Don't end the call."

"What?"

"Your problem is... Your problem didn't seem like nothing."

"But it was nothing. I'm just blabbering. I shouldn't have called you. Sorry."

"Well it's Saturday and I'm just reading some Leo Tolstoy stuffs here on the couch. So, you wanna talk about it?"

"You seriously wanna hear some depressing stories from a 27 year old woman?"

"First of all, You're just older than me by two years. And yes, I would listen to you."

"..."

"..."

"Hey are you okay?"

"Yes. Um I- I need t-"

"What's that noise?"

"..."

"Hey. What's going on?"

"Suho- I mean my boyfriend. J-just got home from-"

"..."

"I gotta go. Sorry."

"G