Quila pushed her older brother Gin’s face away from her and her phone. She was thinking for a moment if she was going to answer Anton’s call, taking note that he was now using one of his old numbers, which she did not delete from her phonebook. Ironically, she wanted to talk to him many times before, but now, she did not want to.
“Yes, what is it?” she asked him without greeting him.
“Sorry to bother you, Quila. Chessa doesn’t feel well, and she asked me to tell you she can’t make it tonight at Delish.”
She listened well as he delivered the words. He sounded sincere.
Why didn’t she call me instead?
“Why? What’s happened to her? Is she sick? Did you go to the doctor?” She was naturally concerned about her friend.
“Uh… S-she’s fine. She’s asleep for now, though.”
“What do you mean she
