"Damar!" Aruna grumbled, "Where did you buy it from?"
"It's from Juan," he replied carelessly. Eyes focused to the screen of his phone, annoyed while his thumbs typed furiously. The one he chatted with was demanding more pictures as proof, ignoring Damar's excuse that Aruna was starting to get suspicious.
"Haish! That damned stalker! Photo freak!" Damar cursed his own phone, a loud thud resounded as he forcefully placed it on the table, face down.
Suddenly, the phone rang. He really didn't want to pick it, leaving it rang and vibrated, ignored. However, Aruna got a different idea. Curious and a little suspicious, her hand crept out to reach Damar's ringing phone.
Horror on his face, Damar's hand shot out and snatched the phone before she could grab it. Grumbled, "Don't pick up unknown people's calls."
[What now?!]
