"Hello? This is Ichiraku's Ramen Shop, what may we do for you?"
"..."
"Helloooo? Anyone there?"
"Oh. Yes, um, I-I would like to order two portions of ramen... please."
"Wait a minute... Do I know you?"
"Uhhh, I do not believe we have yet made acquaintance."
"WAIT, I do know you! You're that drunk guy that called me a week ago! You're still alive, right?"
"..."
"Knock knock. Anyone home?"
"Miss, I am sincerely sorry for all that I had said that night. I was intoxicated, which I deeply regret now. And yes, I am fine. Thank you for your concern."
"... Damn. I don't know how to reply to formal shit like that. It's fine. And I know it's not any of my business, but have you been to therapy?"
"..."
"...So two portions of ramen?"
"Yes."
"Delivery, am I correct?"
"Correct."
"To where?"
"Hyuga residence."
"...Wait... You're a member of the Hyuga family?"
"Yes."
"...You're order will be there in no more than twenty minutes. Thank you so much for choosing our ramen shop!"
"Goodbye and thank you for taking my order."
"You're welcome. And I will go to therapy, so please don't worry. Bye."
//CALL ENDED\\
Meh. Idk if it's good tho WHO CARES. Wait... I do.