Kate's eyes slightly darkened. Cerillo usually didn't care about many others, and if it was someone he didn't know or care about, he would typically assign an arbitrary name.
Yet for this one, he put: Bad Woman. Kate had a hunch about who this could be. Picking up the phone, she answered directly.
The person on the other end said, "Cerillo?"
After a while, Kate chuckled lightly and inquired directly, "Hello, who is it?"
It seemed that Cerillo also heard the noise, a grief painted his brow as he propped himself up. Kate glanced at him, subtly shifting her position to his side.
Cerillo reflexively turned, causing Kate to let out a surprised yelp, "Cerillo, don't do that."
Eventually, Cerillo woke up. He glanced to the side, only to see Kate tugging at his clothing, an unexpected look of shyness and discomfort on her face. Cerillo paused when he noticed her holding his phone.
He furrowed his brows and asked, "Is that my phone?"
He leaned in closer. "Who is it?
