When Kervin sensed I was giving in, his tone finally softened, laced with a touch of satisfaction.
“That’s better. Don’t make trouble.”
He paused, then added, “Now hurry up and figure out a way to buy a ticket. Even a standing one will do—don’t be so picky.”
"I'm going to grab Rosalie something to eat. She cried all night and her eyes are so swollen."
"Mm." I couldn't bring myself to say anything more.
"Alright then, I'll hang up. We'll talk later."
With that, he ended the call in a rush.
I turned back to packing slowly, folding clothes into a small suitcase for the holiday. I had just snapped it shut when my phone buzzed again—his name flashing across the screen.
It was Kervin again.
My brows knitted but I still answered, saying nothing.
"Danna," he began, sounding lighter now, more at ease than before.
"What are you doing? Any luck with the tickets?"
"Haven't checked." My reply was curt.
He hesitated at my coldness, but quickly pressed on, almost breezy.
"Oh... that's fine, no rush. So, um... Rosalie just woke up. When she heard you gave up your seat for her, she felt really guilty. She said she wants to bring you some specialties from her hometown as a thanks..."