(Arata)
It was Karsten. I swiped on my phone and received his call.
"Why did you send Caysir back?" His annoyed voice thundered through the phone, and I could sense smoke erupting from his nostrils like a bull about to charge at me through the phone.
No, hello!
No, how are you?
Direct to the point, living up to his reputation.
"Hello! Sir. I didn't need him after he had dropped me off. There was no point in keeping him waiting," I answered with a tinge of sarcasm while rolling my eyes.
"What if you need to go somewhere or there is an emergency? You should have let him stay, Arata," he insisted, making me sigh.
"I am fine, like seriously."
"Maybe I should rent him an apartment in your building. He will be nearby."
If I didn't know better, I would think Karsten was acting like an overprotective, obsessive kind of boyfriend.
"Sir, seriously, there is no need. Don't you think you are going overboard?"
