A few beats of silence convinces me that my call has been put on hold. 

It also makes me question my spontaneous and stupid decision to tell my name to the other person, hot and sexy voice or not. 

"Hey, sorry I left. Someone called me." The voice comes back, instantly dissolving  the afterthoughts.

"No problem." I reply, a little too eagerly. I just hope that this person doesn't sense it. 

"So, I'm sorry to say this, but I have no clue as to who you are either. I've never heard your name before in my entire life."

"Really? It's a pretty common name." I internally cringe when it sounds like a flirty remark. What I really meant was that my name is very  average, just like me and I find it hard to believe that this person hasn't ever heard this name before. 

While I don't mind my name being plain and common, I don't necessarily like it either. 

Sometimes I can't help but resent my mom for giving me such a mundane name but then I remember that she had to go through raising a restless and rebellious kid like me alone and it fills me with guilt.

"Nope. Never in my whole twenty six years of existence on planet Earth." I can practically hear the smile in the husky voice and it mirrors mine. 

So the husky voice is younger than me huh? (who I really think is a guy but you never know)

"Oh I see. Well, in my whole twenty-nine years of existence I have never come across someone who has never heard my name before." I find myself sassily retort.

 I am surprised at my level of confidence and convinced that I'll surely be hung up on due to this but to my astonishment, I hear an amused chuckle again.

"Oh so you are a noona then. And a famous one, or so you claim." I can practically see the wry grin in his tone. 

So it was a him after all. I was correct, it's a guy. And a smartass at that.

 "I'm far from famous although I do have a name for myself in the financial industry. In all seriousness, I'm sorry if I disturbed you—"

"You didn't" the voice interrupts me mid sentence. "I was restless and bored out of my mind when you called to be honest. Usually I don't have time to even glance at my phone let alone pick up calls so I picked up without even checking the caller ID." 

I hear an exhausted sigh at the end and am a bit taken aback due to the candor even though we are total strangers.

 His statement makes me think that maybe he too is a workaholic like me. Good to know that I am not the only one who is extremely busy with her work life.

Someone please tell this to my overbearing mom.

"Oh." I bite my lip before asking a question I wanted to ever since he picked up my call. "So now that you know my name, isn't it fair for me to know yours? Maybe your name will help me remember as to how I ended up with your number?"

Again, I cringe at how flirty I sound. I think the fact that I haven't dated anyone for a long while has messed up with my brain. 

Silence at the other end is my reply but I wait. A minute goes by and then another but I still wait. Then finally, he replies,

"Kim Namjoon."