"Raf!!! How many did Gerard say?" Frederick asked as he waited for his phone to light up to life.
"Huh? How many what?" Rafael strolled to his side looking ever so clueless, fixing his pants as he just came out of the bathroom.
"I asked you to call Gerard and," the dark-haired man stopped mid-sentence as soon as the startup melody reached his ear and waited for the system to recover before hitting the dial.
"Oh... So you WERE talking to me. I thought you were on the phone with Gerard."
By now, all he could hear were annoying buzzing sounds that distracted him from listening to the ringback tone and he shushed Rafael right away.
It felt forever but the call was finally connected.
"Good morning, Mister Mortcombe. To what —"
"How's she??" The words vomited out of his mouth as impatience and anxiousness powered them. Fortunately, it did not seem to phase the old man as he responded with great assurance.
