"Hello?" Pt. 1

June 9th 2016

"You know when you're on the phone to me, do you pace the room?"

"Not sure how this is relevant."

"People pace when they're on the phone because they don't have any visual feedback to stimulate them. So, the body reacts by moving."

"Sometimes I pace, sometimes, I sit, other times I stand still."

"Huh."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you pace?"

"I'm usually lying down."

"Lying down?"

"I have a couch in my office, so I kick off my shoes, lie down and call you."

"God, I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"Do you know what I learnt today?"

"What did you learn today, Daniel?"

"I don't like hot weather. Anything above twenty degrees is not my cup of tea."

"How warm is it in Ibiza?"

"Twenty-two."

"Twenty-two? That's how warm it is now, or how warm it was today?"

"That's how warm it is now. It was almost thirty this afternoon. And I hate it."

"That sucks."

"Tell me about it."

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I wanted to go to the Bahamas on honeymoon, but I guess we can't go now."

"You wouldn't have seen much of the Bahamas anyway, if we're being honest."

"Wanna bet?"

"Do you?"

"No, I'm good. So... how's Sam?"

"Samuel? He's fine. He's loving the Ibiza life. He might now come home."

"When, exactly, are you coming home?"

"Tomorrow. The repatriation details were finalised today so we can fly in the morning."

"And the funeral plans?"

"Connie and Evelyn's been organising all that. It's a week Saturday."

"Why so long?"

"Because we need to sort out the will and the inheritance issues. Plus, Veronica and her Swedish boyfriend- Lars... Nils... Olaf... whatever- can't fly in until mid next week."

"Do you even have to wait for her? Just go ahead with the funeral."

"Trust me, I'd love to, but Connie says it's in poor taste to do that."

"Screw taste."

"Yeah, it's not that easy."

"Pft."

"You'll come, won't you?"

"To the funeral?"

"Yeah."

"Just you try and stop me! The only reason I haven't already jumped on a plane is because Jasmine took my passport off me."

"I told her to."

"I knew it! I knew you two were conspiring against me!"

"Calm down, Soph."

"You had Jasmine steal my freedom!"

"You have your freedom, Sophie. Just not your passport."

"Same difference."

"It really isn't."

"I beg to differ."

"Of course, you would."

"Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Being... lawyery."

"Do I even need to tell you that that is not a real word?"

"Oh, go away."

"Gladly."

"..."

"..."

"Daniel?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still there. That's good."

"I'm going now."

"No, that's bad."

"Night, Soph!"

"No... come back! Daniel? ... Are you seriously hanging up on me?!"

"Yes. Night, Soph."

"I hate you."

"I know."

"Smart arse."