"Hello?" Fay answered the call.
She had found a space empty enough to occupy without having to worry about the noise coming from the party.
"And here I thought you were avoiding me, gorgeous. Hurt my feelings if I'm being honest with you. Anyway, how are you doing today?"
"I'm fine, but now is really not a good time. Don't you know how to stop when someone doesn't pick your call the first time?"
"Not really. Okay, maybe when it's others. For someone like you, I'll call over and over again until I get you."
"What do you want from me, Xylon?" She stroked the throbbing pain on her forehead.
"You."
"I'm sorry, but you can't have me. I didn't tell you the other day because I thought we were just on friendly terms, but I'm married. If that's going to change your mind about the perfumes you purchased, then I can just refund your money," she ranted, and when she was done, she was out of breath.
