The first phone chat part two

At Vincent's hotel room, It was only eleven o'clock in the evening. His plane was supposed to be at five in the morning. At first, Vincent when Vincent called he wasn't sure that this anonymous person wouldn't reply, but when he heard that it was a real female voice, he became more interested.

"Now that we both made sure that some of us are not crooks, Would you like to continue talking?" Vincent asked, sensing her nervousness.

About half a minute passed before the girl on the other side replied, Vincent could tell that she wasn't used to these kinds of calls, good, He thought to himself.

"I don't know." Inesa replied, again unable to take a decision even in the simplest things.  

Vincent wanted to laugh at her reply, but he didn't know it would be impolite to do that.

"Okay, We can talk for a while." Vincent offered."We could talk about ourselves and no one is forced to reveal anything about themselves. If they are not comfortable with it, I'll start with myself." He added hoping to get any word from him.

Vincent wanted to hear her voice more, She had a soft-quiet voice, he guessed that she was someone who likes to spend her time alone away from people, or maybe he could be wrong.

"Okay." Inesa replied with another short reply disappointing Vincent who wants to hear her talk more.

But it's alright, they will have plenty of time to talk if she wishes to.

"Let's start with hobbies, I like drawing, I love to draw people, natural sceneries, or anything that catches my attention." Vincent said he chose hobbies because it's something that 's too personal and wouldn't reveal too much about themselves.``What about you?" He asked. 

Vincent heard her sigh through the phone as she was struggling with her thoughts.

"Knitting." Inesa answered,  keeping her replies short. 

Running his hand through his hair, Vincent started to feel uncomfortable with her silence and short replies.

"Wait, there's something I need to say." Inesa suddenly said, surprising the man on the other side of the phone.

"I'm listening." Vincent replied with a calm voice, waiting to know what this weird girl is going to say.

Unknowingly to Vincent, Inesa was struggling so hard just to let out these small replies, She was trying her best to not seem weird or ask him to end the phone call.

Inesa was worried that he might find her boring because she isn't as talkative as him, so she decided to tell him about her psychological problems and it's up to him if wants to talk to her again or not.

"I have anxiety problems, I'm an antisocial person, I get nervous around people and I hate being in the same room with too many people." Inesa said in one breath scared of what he might think of her and at the same time relieved that she spoke the truth.

Ten seconds passed with complete silence without a reaction from him and her waiting anxiously.

"You have a beautiful voice, you should talk more." Vincent's reply shocked poor Inesa who was expecting him to say something about what she just said to him.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Inesa couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I did. Anxiety problems, antisocial and uncomfortable around people, there's nothing wrong with what you said, more than half of the population are suffering from these psychological problems. It's nothing unusual and it's not new." Vincent replied, confusing her.

"Does it not bother you or scare you or make you feel disgusted?" Inesa asked, suddenly forgetting about her anxiety and nervousness.

Vincent smiled, noticing how she became more talkative."Why would you feel like this? I used to visit psychological therapy too and it helped. Don't feel ashamed in life if you didn't do anything wrong, that's what life taught me." He replied and heard her laugh, it was a small, not a loud one.

"Now that you are a bit comfortable, Can you talk more?" Vincent requested, his tone sounded different this time, his voice was lower and a bit husker.

Inesa, who was sitting on the bed lying down on her side while holding the phone close to her ear as she listened to him, her heart started to beat faster, reacting to the way his voice changed.

"I don't think I have anything to talk about." Inesa said.

Her life was a circle of the same routine every single day. It felt embarrassing but she hates to lie.

"You don't have anything to talk about or don't want to?" Vincent asked, He started to enjoy this conversation and he was interested in us.

Instead of hearing a reply, Vincent started to hear a rustling of movement as she was walking.

Inesa stayed silent for a while before she stood up and walked towards the hanger she used to hang the finished knitted clothes on and took some pictures before she sent them to him.

Hearing the vibrating of his phone, Vincent removed the phone from his ear and put on the speaker before he clicked on the pictures she sent him.

"I sent you some pictures." He heard her say through the speakers.

"I'm looking at it right now." Vincent replied as he stared at the pictures she sent him.

It was pictures of two knitted sweaters and to be honest, they look good. She seems to think of knitting more than a hobby. 

She rarely showed her knitting work to anyone, even her father. She was always afraid of people's opinions about her knitting so she never dared to show it.

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