The phone rang.
“Hello, may I speak to Sabrina.”
I looked around the store; to be honest, I had no idea who Sabrina – I really am quite awful with names. Miss “What’s-her-face” was next to me using the other computer, but I was positive that she wasn’t Sabrina.
“I’m afraid she’s stepped out,” I replied cunningly, “may I take a message?”
“This is actually rather urgent, but it has to do with a loan (insert something technical where I had stopped paying attention long ago) – anyway, ask her to call me back.”
“Not a problem. I’ll make sure she gets the message.”
I run out to find Kyle and asked him, “Where’s Kak Sabrina?”
“There!” he pointed, ” She’s been right next to you all along-lah!”
