That day,
she decided to call him.

She was missing him
more than anything.

His face.

His charming smile.

And his voice.

Marianna at first hestitated,
whether or not
it would be a good idea.

Regardless,
she made the call.

It rang.

Then it rang.

And it rang again.

Knowing he wouldn't answer,
she was about to end the call.

But,

to her surprise,
he finally picked up.

"Iker!"

"Marianna,

what do you want?

It better be important.
I'm at work."

His voice came from the
other end of the call.

"I know.

I-I just wanted
to hear your voice."

"My voice?"

She heard a soft chuckle
on the other side,
but then
it went silent.

"Iker?"

"This is a waste of my time."

"Huh?"

"I have work to finish,

and this is what you tell me?

If that's it, then I must go.

Don't call me again

If it's about something so
damn stupid."

And like that,
the call ended.