“Hello?” Ruby answered.
“Who’s speaking?” Tristan asked, slightly confused.
Ruby scoffed. “You called me first, and I’m just returning the call. So, I should be the one asking you who’s speaking,” she snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. She clearly had enough of the day already.
“Give me a second,” Tristan replied, walking into the bedroom. “Daciana, your friend is aggressive. Come and speak to her,” he called out.
I blinked, still lying in bed. Was he serious… or joking?
“Do you want me to tell her you don’t want to talk right now?” Tristan asked again, his voice calm but firm.
I rushed to the door, opened it, and took the phone from him. “Hello?” I said quickly.
“Daciana?! Is it really you?” Ruby shouted from the other end, her voice full of relief and disbelief.
“Yes, Ruby
