"Don't call me like this."
"…What?"
I stared at Kyle, who stood beside my desk with a rather annoyed expression. His hair was a little messy, and he kept looking between the bed and me.
"You could've just called me. Why did you bring me all the way here?"
"I wanted to speak with you."
"I was sleeping. Then, all of a sudden, I find myself standing in your room. Don't do it."
"…Relax. I brought you here because this isn't something I could tell you over the phone."
Kyle looked at me for a moment.
Then he rubbed his face.
"Tsk."
"….."
Did he just click his tongue at me?
I watched him pull out the chair beside the desk before deciding to let it go. There were more important things to take care of.
"I need money."
"No."
"I…"
"No."
"But…"
"No."
He didn't even sit down.
Instead, he pushed the chair back into place and turned towards me.
"Send me back. I'm not giving you any more money."
"You could at least listen first."
