DANA
What am I doing? Days without hearing from him meant a day without joy. It is wrong to incorporate joy to a person, to rely on them as basis for strength, but it just feels like that sometimes. My phone rang as a call was registered. It was Neil's number.
"hey." – I greeted, quite uninterested
"Dana…"
I froze. Even with the technical effect of the phone, I knew who that voice belongs to. I looked at the screen, thinking that maybe I saw the caller's name wrong. But as what I saw earlier, it was the same. The caller name id was Neil. The voice, however, wasn't.
"Ivor. What are you… why are you…"
"yeah, we're together in the same room. (my eyes dilated after hearing this. Seriously? They're in the same room and it didn't explode?) we kinda… we knew who hacked your gown designs. We also beat him to pulp to avenge you."
"wait… WHAT?!"
"do you know Luke Miranda?"
