"Thank you for your continued patronage."
Another sales call. A bad feeling hits before I even hear the first words. I hang up carefully, not wanting to be rude, then let out a small sigh.
Right after, my phone rings again. It's a friend I'm having drinks with next week. He rarely calls. My mouth loosens and I flip the switch. Apparently conversations have a scent even before you begin to speak. Even with people you're close to, not every call carries a good scent. When I call someone, would they smile like this?
They might have been working on something else a moment ago. They might have just started the dishes. And suddenly my errand appears. No—come to think of it, his call was sudden too. Only he had something to go on.
The scent had been there since yesterday's LINE message.