Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare.
With her eyebrows raised in question, Azra, the ever curious one, prodded me with her questions.
"What is it?" she asked, placing her elbows onto the cafeteria's table top.
"It's nothing important." I dismissed.
"Even if it is, I still want to hear what it is about." Azra continued to prod.
"It's nothing important. Someone keeps blowing up my phone with calls, that's all." I replied.
"Someone, you say?" she asked.
"Yes, someone," I answered.
"When you put it like that; do you mean that you don't know who the person is?" she asked.
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