I wanted someone to talk to me. I wanted to hear what he had to say.
"We are just curious boys who would probably be journalists in the future," he paused, "this is the point where you offer your congratulations to young dreamers like us. Aren't you a bit too cocky and dull?"
"As if you're one to talk," he sounded like the character he was chastesizing.
I didn't think I was supposed to congratulate them on acquiring a dream when they sounded like that.
"You're one rusty old woman to be in that place."
"So did you call to check up on my health?"I asked surprised at how I sounded. I definitely was in no place to raise my voice like that.
But it made me happy that I still had some prude retained somewhere.
"Actually, no. No one would want to check on a slut, you already have a
