"Hello, Zack…" Athena spoke, after waiting in vain for Zack to speak first.
"Helloooo… Athenaaaaa…"
Hearing the slurs and drawls in Zack's voice, Athena huffed in displeasure. The man was undoubtedly drunk.
She removed the phone from her ear, ready to end the call, not in the mood to converse with a tipsy man. However, curiosity stopped her short.
What could a drunken Zack possibly have to say? She had never seen him like this before—he was always so uptight. Resuming the call to her ear, she braced herself.
"Athenaaaaa, are you thereeee?"
"Yes, Zack, I'm here. Why are you calling?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of shuffling feet. "To tell you that I'm sorry for how I acted last time. It was very foolish of me…"
Athena remained silent, weighing his words.
