THE CALL

As Ayana and her daughter savored the meal they had prepared together, the pleasant atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of Ayana's phone. Surprised, she glanced at the screen and saw a new, unfamiliar number flashing across it.

"Hello? Who is this?" she answered tentatively, trying to mask her surprise.

"Hey! Is my voice alone enough, or do I still need to introduce myself?" Adam's smooth voice greeted her from the other end of the line. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Ayana's brows furrowed in confusion. Then her stomach churned, perhaps rejecting what she was eating. "Adam?” She called in bemusement.

“The one and only,” he responded.

She cleared her throat, fixing her voice and some nothingness in her camisole. A teenager would have conducted herself better than she did at that moment. I mean, she was becoming restless over a mere phone call. someone who could not see her at the moment. “How did you get my number?” She asked, and from wherever she had gotten i