(Did you go to work?)

(Are you busy?)

(Hey, you didn't reply at all. Should I call you?)

(You reply, or I come now.)

Marra clucked, looking at the phone screen, and she put on a lazy expression for that. "Doesn't he keep bullying me into following his orders? Why is that guy so good at finding loopholes."

"What are you complaining about today?" asked North, suddenly appearing before Marra. The girl quickly put away the phone and smiled.

"Nothing big."

"Really?" North seemed to doubt it. He looked at Marra's apron pocket–where her cell phone was kept. "I've noticed lately that you've been complaining a lot and talking to...