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"Hello, who is this?"

Richard basked in the sound of her voice for a while. She sounded sleepy, her smoky voice enhanced in the process. He could almost imagine her, stretched across a bed, her long legs scattered every which way, the same with her long, blonde-white hair, her phone plastered to her ear. No matter how disorderly that picture would look like, he still longed to see it.

"Hello? Who the hell is this?" she yelled, her shriek tearing through his imagination. She looked at the phone to know if she had cut the call without realizing.

"Um? It's me," he replied stupidly. She is just a girl, he chided himself, slapping his forehead.

Jacqueline sat up on her bed, yawning widely. She had fallen asleep, reading Pride and Prejudice and had slobbered all over the novel.

"Mr Rossi? Is that you?"

Richard did not know what pleased him more: that she did not cut the call on him or that she had instantly recognized his voice though over the phone.

"It is. I was calling to know if y