I froze when I heard someone spoke on the phone. His voice was deep and stern that it made me feel more nervous and anxious. What if he’s not a nice guy and would raise his voice at me after I tell him the reason I called?
I felt my throat tightened that I could not speak immediately. “…H-hello? Is this, Omi Takuma?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Ahm…this is Annika Turner. I’m sorry for calling you all of a sudden. I just…I just want to inform you that I saw your wallet yesterday in the parking area of a supermarket, and I want to return it to you.”
“R-really?” He asked, a little surprised, then I heard him sigh like he was relieved. “Thank you for calling me and sorry for the inconvenience,” he added. His voice was still deep, but this time it sounded gentle.
“No, it’s fine,” I
