Jorge just got out of the bathroom after taking a shower when he received a call. He picked his cellphone, and it was Lyca.
"Jorge?" Lyca breathed on the other line.
"Yes, Lyca? What can I do for you?"
"Oh, God! Thank you. Jorge, it's good to hear your voice," she gushed.
"Why? What's happening?"
There was a long pause before Lyca answered. Jorge can hear her breathing. Then all of a sudden.
"Well, nothing. Just…"
Jorge rubbed his hair with a dry towel. Then he sat on his bed wondering.
"You are about to say something. Lyca, what is it?"
"Maybe some other time. I got to go-" Then Lyca hung up. Jorge sighed. He presumed it was something personal, and he understood if she was somehow soliciting some personal advice.
