Home
(Phone ringing)
It was already past evening.
While walking back home, holding the file clutched in her arms and humming a mellow tune, Eva seemed happy from her gesticulations. But soon enough she was distracted by the noise of her phone ringing all of a sudden. Her pace halted and quickly, she picked it out from her handbag. The call was from Clara and it was quite unexpected at that time.
"Hello, Clara?"
"Eva, where are you? Have you head back home?" Unusually her voice sounded a bit perplexed as if she was bothered by something.
"Umm, yes I am heading back home. But, why do you ask--"
"Eva, d...did you meet any weirdo or...umm, I mean...any strange person on your way back home who...who was talking about irrational kinds of stuff?"
"What?" Her inquiry seemed quite unusual to her as she understood it well, it was not her usual self at all. "Clara, what are you talking about? Are you unwell?"