"I am sorry for that question, this is what I mean to ask, like, let me go straight to the point. Please... can I... (stammering) borrow your phone? I want to place a call. Just one call, it wouldn't last up to a minute, please don't say no," I concluded bowing my head shamefully towards the ground.
This man found nothing with this, like he acted normally and uttered,
"Sure, it is a normal phenomenon to be in need and demand for help, take (removing his phone from his pocket and handling it to me) you can place as many calls as you wish," he assured.
Accepting it, I gave a small, "Thank you, Sir, sorry Hendrix," I apologized calling by his name.
It tasted so awkward to my own tongue and felt strange in my ears.
His phone was an Iphone 9 pro max. It was the first time I was touching one in my entire life.
Despite how humiliating it was, I till conjuled the courage to appreciate his phone.
"Your phone looks beautiful," I admired.
