Several minutes have passed and the wholesome, yet also awkward, conversation between Ryan and Rikka has come to an end. The split-colored lad waved goodbye to the cheerful blonde female before leaving the shop. Rikka waved back at him with her eyes closed and with her smile widened to its fullest until he was no longer in view. Then the smile and cheerful thoughts of the blonde female immediately dispersed and were replaced with a pang of powerful guilt.
Not able to ignore the growing feeling, she pulled out her phone from the pocket of her coat and dialed a certain person. After a few seconds of ringing, the person answered the call.
~Hello? Rikka?~ Answered the female form within the other end of the phone call.
"Hey, Shyra…"
~You sound guilty (*giggles*) What seems to be the problem? Julie scolded you again?~
"No, it's not that… it's just…" Rikka hesitated, biting her bottom lip due to the growing guilt.
~Rikka what's wrong? Tell me. I'm always here to listen to you~