Various Kinds Of Meeting

~Hyerin Delaxa~

I was reading a book in preparation for the competition when the cellphone on the nightstand rang. The ice man's name is printed there. I cringed in wonder, why did the ice man call so early like this?

"Hello."

"Hello."

I answered briefly.

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Just ask."

"Did you meet Dzrilla? I heard he moved to your campus."

I am shocked. How can the ice man always talk about Drilla to me. He's really annoying.

"You contacted Dzrillla right?"

Now it is the turn of the person on the other side who is silent but not long after he returns to speak.

"Yes, just being friendly. Please answer my question earlier."

"Do you know how I feel every time you call me always talking about Dzrilla?"

Somehow got the courage from where the sentence just came out.

"Forgive me."

"Never mind forget it."

“Regarding your question, I have indeed met Dzri