It's Sunday! Here are a few sentences I've written for my first draft of CHTM--more than 6, but oh well!! Also look at the banner I made specifically for this fic! it fits the theme :D
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Upon clicking on her profile, he was met with her dad’s contact information—Runaan Flores Pérez. A second passed before he realized there was only one parent listed. Divorced, maybe? Memorizing the number listed as his mobile, he pressed the numbers into the phone beside him.
The phone echoed its typical repetitive sound into his ear as he reminded himself that this wouldn't even be the worst part. His first note of courage hit just as the male voice on the other line registered in his mind, shaking him from his inner monologue.
“Hello?” The voice spoke. Crystal clear, very elegant, Ethari thought.
“Hello! Is this Runaan Flores Pérez?” He asked, hoping he sounded as friendly as he intended.
“It is. Is something wrong?” His voice turned serious.