It's late at night, but I still can't sleep. I'm here on the veranda now, drinking milk and looking at the buildings. The lights of the buildings look like stars. It's just different because the stars are below, not in the sky. I can't see the people walking anymore because my room is on a high floor. If you think about it, they look like tiny ants.
I took a sip of milk before looking up at the sky. I can't see even a single star. It's drizzling and it looks like it's going to rain any minute.
I turned to where my phone was. When I heard someone calling. I placed my glass of milk on the table before deciding to pick up the phone.
'Ark' is the name registered on the screen. The legal guy changed his caller name. He didn't want to be "unknown number". I answered the call before putting it to my ear.
"Hello. Good evening, sir. Zhanielle speaking." I made my voice sound like a receptionist. "What can I do for you, sir?"