Chapter Twelve- Random Phone Call
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By the time Kevin reached home, the sun had already disappeared behind the Boston skyline.
He loosened his tie as he walked through the front door, grateful that the longest meeting of the week was finally behind him.
The house was unusually quiet.
Emily and James had gone out for dinner with a few family friends, leaving the living room to Robin, who was sprawled across the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching a basketball game.
Robin looked up briefly.
“You’re late.”
Kevin dropped his laptop bag beside the armchair.
“Busy day.”
“When isn’t it?”
Kevin smiled faintly before heading toward the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.
“You want dinner?” Robin called after him.
“I’ll eat later.”
Robin muted the television and watched his brother return to the living room.
Kevin sat down, unlocked his phone, glanced at the screen for barely two seconds, then locked it again.
A minute later…
He did the same thing.
Robin raised an eyebrow.
“Waiting for an important email?”
Kevin didn’t even look up.
“Something like that.”
Robin nodded thoughtfully.
“I see.”
A few moments passed.
Kevin unlocked his phone again.
Robin couldn’t help smiling.
“You know,” he said casually, “if you keep staring at your phone, it still won’t call her by itself.”
Kevin finally looked up.
“Who?”
Robin stared at him in exaggerated disbelief.
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe the girl whose name you’ve smiled at three times in the last five minutes.”
Kevin frowned.
“I wasn’t smiling.”
Robin laughed.
“James Johnson would disagree.”
Kevin picked up one of the sofa cushions and tossed it at his younger brother.
Robin caught it effortlessly.
“There he is,” he said triumphantly. “The defensive older brother.”
“I was checking my schedule.”
“On a locked screen?”
Kevin opened his mouth to argue before realizing there wasn’t much of a defense.
Robin grinned.
“I’ve known you for twenty-seven years, Kevin. You become predictable whenever something actually matters to you.”
Kevin leaned back against the sofa and folded his arms.
“I think you’ve been watching too many romantic movies.”
“No.”
Robin smiled mischievously.
“I’ve just been watching you.”
Kevin shook his head with quiet amusement.
“You enjoy making assumptions.”
“I enjoy being right.”
The room fell silent again.
Robin returned his attention to the television, though every now and then he glanced sideways at his brother.
Kevin unlocked his phone once more.
This time, instead of opening his emails, his thumb paused over a familiar photograph.
It was the candid picture Harry had taken on the rooftop earlier that afternoon.
Sweety wasn’t looking at the camera.
She was laughing.
Completely unaware that the moment had been captured.
Kevin found himself smiling again.
Not because of the photograph itself…
But because he could still hear her laughter.
Robin noticed the expression immediately.
Without taking his eyes off the television, he spoke in an almost casual tone.
“You’re thinking about calling her.”
Kevin remained quiet.
“I’m thinking.”
Robin chuckled.
“No.”
He reached for another handful of popcorn.
“You’re overthinking.”
Kevin looked down at the phone resting in his hand.
Maybe Robin was right.
There wasn’t any particular reason to call.
They had already spent the afternoon together.
They would probably meet again soon.
There was nothing important to discuss.
And yet…
He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her.
After a long moment, Kevin stood up.
“I’m going upstairs.”
Robin smiled knowingly.
“Of course you are.”
Kevin stopped halfway to the staircase.
Without turning around, he asked, “You’re enjoying this far too much, aren’t you?”
Robin’s laughter echoed through the living room.
“Oh, absolutely.”
Shaking his head, Kevin disappeared upstairs.
Inside his room, he loosened the cuffs of his shirt and walked toward the window overlooking the quiet street below.
The city had settled into its evening rhythm.
Cars passed in the distance.
A cool breeze drifted through the slightly open window.
He glanced at his phone again.
His thumb hovered over Sweety’s name.
He almost put the phone away.
Then, before he could change his mind…
He pressed the call button.
As the phone began to ring, Kevin let out a quiet breath and smiled to himself.
“I’m not even sure why I’m calling,” he murmured.
But somehow…
He hoped she would answer.
Kevin listened as the phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
By the fourth ring, he was beginning to wonder if he should hang up and pretend it had been an accidental call.
Just then, the line connected.
“Hello?”
Sweety’s voice was soft, carrying the quiet calm of the evening.
A smile appeared on Kevin’s face before he even realized it.
“Hi… I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
She leaned back in her chair, surprised but unmistakably pleased.
“Not at all. I was just taking a break.”
“From your PhD applications?”
She laughed quietly.
“How did you guess?”
“You’ve mentioned them at least three times today.”
“And you’ve been paying attention.”
“I try to.”
His answer came so naturally that it made her smile.
She looked at the open notebook on her desk. Pages of notes, university brochures, and a half-finished list of research topics were scattered around her, but suddenly they didn’t seem nearly as important.
“What about you?” she asked. “Didn’t you have another meeting after I left?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“It ended exactly the way most meetings do.”
She smiled.
“Which means?”
“Too many opinions, too much coffee, and not enough decisions.”
She laughed.
“I don’t believe that.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I think you’re exaggerating.”
“I wish I were.”
The easy rhythm of their conversation returned almost immediately.
“So,” Kevin continued, “have you decided which university you’re leaning toward?”
“I’m trying to, but every time I convince myself, I find another reason to change my mind.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
“It is.”
“What does your heart say?”
She was quiet for a moment.
“My heart wants to stay close to my parents.”
“And your career?”
“It tells me to choose the university with the best research opportunities.”
Kevin nodded, even though she couldn’t see him.
“Those are difficult choices.”
“They are.”
After a brief pause, Sweety asked, “What would you do?”
Kevin thought for a moment before answering.
“I’d choose the place that lets me become the person I want to be.”
She smiled.
“That’s a very CEO answer.”
He laughed.
“I was hoping it sounded wiser than that.”
“It did.”
“Good.”
She rested her chin on her hand, finding herself smiling far more than she had expected.
“So… how is Robin?”
Kevin sighed dramatically.
“Still convinced he’s the funniest person in the house.”
“And is he?”
“I’ll never admit that to him.”
“But?”
“But sometimes… he is.”
She laughed.
“I knew it.”
“He’ll be very pleased to hear you agree with him.”
“I didn’t say I agreed.”
“You implied it.”
“I most certainly did not.”
Their playful disagreement dissolved into shared laughter.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence felt surprisingly comfortable.
Kevin broke it first.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Hmm?”
“Did Harry embarrass me too much today?”
She smiled knowingly.
“Is that why you called?”
“What?”
“To defend yourself.”
Kevin laughed.
“I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“I think Harry likes teasing you.”
“He enjoys it far more than he should.”
“I noticed.”
“And yet you seemed to enjoy watching.”
“I may have.”
“So the two of you have already formed an alliance.”
She tried to sound innocent.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kevin shook his head, smiling to himself.
“I suddenly feel outnumbered.”
The conversation drifted effortlessly from one topic to another.
They spoke about favorite cafés, childhood memories, books they had loved, and the places they still hoped to visit one day.
Without realizing it, both had stopped checking the time.
Neither of them noticed that what had begun as an unexpected phone call was slowly becoming the best part of their evening.
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Sweety glanced at the clock and smiled to herself.
“Kevin…”
“Hmm?”
“We’ve been talking for over an hour.”
He looked at his watch and laughed softly.
“I guess we have.”
“You still haven’t told me why you called.”
Kevin fell quiet. For the first time that evening, he searched for an answer instead of finding one immediately.
“I thought I had a reason,” he admitted. “Some excuse about work… or your university applications.”
“But?”
He smiled to himself.
“The truth is… I don’t think I needed one.”
“Then why did you call?”
He took a slow breath.
“Because I wanted to hear your voice.”
The words lingered between them.
Sweety didn’t reply straight away. She lowered her eyes, unable to stop the smile that found its way across her face.
“You know,” she said gently, “that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time.”
Kevin chuckled, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
“I was hoping it didn’t sound too dramatic.”
“It didn’t.”
She smiled.
“It sounded honest.”
Another comfortable silence followed.
Kevin broke it with a warm smile in his voice.
“I should let you get some rest. You’ve got universities to conquer.”
“And you’ve got a company to run.”
“I’d rather hear about your day.”
She laughed softly.
“Careful, Mr. Johnson. You might make this a habit.”
“I was hoping I would.”
Her smile grew a little wider.
“Good night, Kevin.”
“Good night, Sweety.”
Neither of them ended the call immediately.
They simply stayed on the line for one last quiet moment, smiling at a silence that somehow said everything neither of them was ready to put into words. Then, almost at the same time, they whispered one final “good night” before the call ended.
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