"Hello," Zachary spoke into the phone.
"Hello, Zachary," a familiar female voice said from the other end of the line. "It's me, Emily. Just calling to ask how your debut match went."
"Oh, Emily," Zachary said, smiling. He threw his gym bag over his shoulder and started walking towards his apartment. "You called using a different number. I was about to reject the call."
"Then you would have missed out on hearing my lovely voice," Emily countered jokingly.
"So, how are you?" Zachary inquired, wishing to change the direction of the conversation immediately.
"I'm doing well," Emily replied. "But tell me, how did the match go? It wasn't—broadcasted anywhere. So, I couldn't watch it. Sorry about that."
"No problem," Zachary replied, rounding a corner and entering the lane heading to his apartment building. "I played for roughly 80 minutes, managed to score one goal, and also made an assist."
