He hurriedly dug his phone out and excitedly dialed her number, patiently waiting for her to pick up. 'What was she so busy about? C'mon Ale, pick up.' He mumbled inwardly while his other hand was tapping on the table as if it'd help speed up Ale's answer. "Didn't she pick up yet?" Allen asked in a little impatient tone. "Perhaps she's busy that she didn't notice her phone ring. Let's just call her sometime later." He explained and was about to hang up when he heard the receiving tone from the other line. “Daven!” She greeted cheerfully from the other line. He could tell that she was in a good mood. “Hey dear, such a high spirit, eh?” he greeted back, dismissing the thought of asking her about what took her so long to answer the call. “Haha,” she laughed. “I was about to call you.”

