"How does it taste?"
"Honestly...mediocre, far from how good yours and Oliver's are."
"Then...shall I have the driver bring you breakfast tomorrow?"
"No need, I can make it myself."
...
And so, the two of them chatted idly, from dinner to culinary skills, and then to the temperature differences between Switzerland and Ebonmere.
Olivia Parker has never been one to enjoy long phone calls, and Kasper Edith typically doesn't like wasting time discussing trivial matters.
Yet tonight, they both became what they used to disdain—people chatting about trivial topics, but enjoying the conversation nonetheless.
Until...
Ding!
Olivia's phone suddenly made a soft sound.
She glanced at the screen, "My phone is almost out of battery."
"It's getting late, you should rest early," Kasper Edith inhaled lightly on the other end, "Olivia, I saw your Instagram."
"You dare talk about that?" Olivia teased, "When did you stealthily take my photo?"
"Last night, after you fell asleep."
