When the ringtone rang out next to them, the pair who was there to pick up Cheryl stared at her blankly.
Then, they saw the pretty, little princess-like Cheryl in front of them holding up her cell phone. In a soft and cute voice, she said, "Hello, I'm C."
"Hello, I'm C."
The voice echoed from the cell phone at the same time. The caller looked at her in disbelief and then stammered, "You… y-you're God C?"
Cheryl nodded. "Uh-huh!"
She hung up.
To be honest, it wasn't so much that she didn't want to directly identify herself. Rather, she knew that the two would never believe she was C even if she went to them directly. That was why she had stood in front of them and waited for them to call her and confirm her arrival.
In this regard, Cheryl understood people like them all too well.
After all, all these years, no one she knew believed that she was C, and some even thought she was lying…
