It was already dinner, and Phoenix was already inside his room, fixing his stuff. While arranging his school supplies and tucking his laundry, his phone vibrated. Hanging his ironed uniform inside his closet, he walks over to his study table to grab his phone.
Calling
RAYA
And without thinking twice, he slides the call button icon and presses it into his right ear.
"Raya?"
[Hey, P. Are you busy? Did I call at the wrong time?] she asks on the other line while Phoenix sits on the edge of the bed.
"I was just, um, putting some pieces of stuff to their right places— it's nothing to rush through. Why?"
[Oh, it's just that. . . Well, what happened today? How are you and your friends?] Phoenix could hear how sincere Soroya was with her questions. He could feel how she tried her best to ask
