“It is Miss Sasha, she is calling.”
“Well go on, answer her.”
Mr Jonathan spoke as he sat erect on the couch.
“Do I have to.”
Stiles spoke as he gazed back at Mr Jonathan.
“What?, yes young Stiles, you have to answer her calls.”
Mr Jonathan spoke as he gazed deeply at Stiles, who pressed the answer button.
“Hello, Miss Sasha.”
Stiles spoke as he kept his cell phone on his right ear.
“Hello, Stiles, how did you know it was me?.”
Miss Sasha asked, her face painted with smiles as she spoke through her cell phone.
"I knew it was you when I saw the number, and you also gave me your cell phone number. Do you remember?”
“Ohh, that is true, I totally forgot.”
“Yes, so what's up why did you call me?.”
Stiles asked.
“Yea, I called you to check if you have chosen a date…I mean, where a
