You were on call with long distant friends. Each day, this: they spam call you. They threw in basic questions, then to personal ones. How was your day? Did you see what I sent? Did you FINALLY find somebody? That question always. You’d respond nervously with shakes of your head, which caused everyone to eye you. To be helpful, ideas formed. You and Soap. Ghost? König?

“ Están tomados. “ Alejandro’s muffled voice interrupted, then silence. Abruptly, your group questioned, squeals, etc.