Tanya's POV

I looked at the strange number calling me for the hundredth time with a low sigh.

"Aren't you going to pick it up?" My friend Takey, who was sitting on my right side in a café, asked with a raised brow.

"And why would I pick up a number I don't remember or know?" I replied seriously.

"Well, why don't you block it then?" he asked, annoying me.

"How is it your concern when it's not bothering me at all?" I shot back coldly.

He faked a smile, then pulled his ...