Where' s She

"Where's the girl?" Ron hissed.

 He went back into his room to check if the girl sleeping next to him was still asleep or awake. But it turned out that the girl was no longer in bed. Ronan searched his room to his bathroom, he was not there either. It seemed the girl had left when Ronan wasn't in the room.

 "Thankfully when the girl is home, I don't have to make small talk with her. I'd be awkward talking to her," Ronan muttered.

 Ronan walked over to his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. His body may still be a little sore and his head is still a little dizzy from being drunk last night. He was about to tell his manager to ask for the day off. I don't think he's ready for today's commercial shoot.

 Ronan turned to his left to pick up his cellphone which was lying on the nightstand, but suddenly his eyes fell on a foreign object lying on the floor. He frowned.

 "A cell phone? Whose is this," he muttered.