Rachel's phone had been ringing insistently, the caller ID flashing Dahye's name. Harper eyed the device, hesitant to pick it up, but the persistent nature of the calls suggested that the matter was of great importance. Steeling herself, she reached for the phone and answered.
"Hello, I'm sorry, this is Harper," she quickly introduced herself in Korean, her voice tinged with concern.
"Rachel is, well... she's had a bit too much wine, and now she's passed out," Harper continued, the worry evident in her tone as she relayed the situation.
On the other end of the line, Dahye let out a weary sigh. "I see," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation and understanding.
"Do you want me to drop a message for her?" Harper offered, her willingness to assist palpable.