Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

91. A fake night and Emre's good news

With a bowl of seeds on the left and a bowl for the skins on the right in front of her on her desk, Sanem bit into yet another one nervously, dropping the skin into its bowl, a nice pile already starting.

She's been debating for an hour now between whether she should call and pretend it was an accident, or call and keep Can busy, or not calling at all. Oof, you're pathetic Sanem!
She grabs another seed and breathes out hard through her nose.

"Maybe I should send a text?" She narrows her eyes at her screen as she nibbles. "A voice note?" She pauses and drops the empty skin. "No," she shakes her head and grabs another seed. "No voice note."

'Girl what are you doing? Have you completely lost your marbles?'

Oh yay, you're back! Not! Sanem glares at the ceiling. "You just won't go away, huh? Just leave me alone, don't mess with my head." She frowns. "I'm already dying of curiosity over what's happening over there...Go away." Maybe I should call... A text is so...not personal enough, you know?

'And what will you say if he answers? I'm telling you, don't call.'

Sanem ignores the voice, and then her eyes roam the room at the sudden quiet a moment later. "You gone?"

No answer comes and she smiles to herself, nodding.

"Don't you worry, other Sanem. I know what to do."

She leans over and switches her speakers on, turning up the volume to 100 before she dials.

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Can turns the ring on his left index finger with his thumb, leaning on his elbow with his hand next to his head and trying to watch the game that was on TV.

He'd switched it on just for white noise so he wouldn't call Sanem but it eventually drew him in and he was actually paying attention while playing with his phone upside down vertically on his leg with his right palm digging down onto it.

At yet another missed goal, he scoffs and clicks his tongue, pointing at the screen. "Idiot..." he mumbles just before his phone starts vibrating against his leg.

Sanem calling...

Why is she calling? Is she okay? Did that Italian dickhead do something?

He grips the phone tighter for a second and then snaps out of it to answer. "Sanem?" All he hears is loud music and he frowns. "Sanem?" Sitting forward, he winces at the noise. "Sanem, I can't hear anything, it's too noisy. Are you there? Hello?" he asks, raising his voice. "Can - " The music gets even louder. "Can you hear me? Go somewhere else so I can hear you! Sanem?!" The song's drums and techno beats made his ears want to explode.

What the hell is this song? He purses his lips. Two can play that game...
He switches his phone to the other ear, grabbing the remote and connecting the phone to the TV. He turns up the volume a bit so he could listen and starts scanning the radio stations until he finds a similar song. Ah ha!

As soon as the two songs echo between phone and TV, Sanem's voice can suddenly be heard yelling, "Hello?! Mr Can, is that you?!"

Interesting. When it was just the music on her side playing she couldn't hear me, but now that it's on my side too, she has perfect hearing? Hm...

"Can?!"

Okay, let's do this. He clears his throat and answers in an indifferent voice. "Hello? Who's this?"

"Oh, it is you! I saw your name and... Shoot, I'm so sorry..."

"Sanem?"

"Yup, me. I guess I called you by accident!" she laughs.