I was on the verge of getting mad at him. He’d said something, I now forget what exactly, but at the time I thought it was important to let him know my negative opinion of it. And it was in the middle of my now forgotten rant that he suddenly said, “Wait.”
I stopped talking. But he didn’t say anything. “What?” I prompted. And still, he didn’t respond. His video was backlit so I couldn’t even see his face properly. I couldn’t get a clue as to why he interrupted me. There had been a few seconds of silence already. I was getting impatient.
The next thing that happened was that a message alert popped up on the screen of my phone:
Anton Alvarez sent you a photo.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “Why are you sending me a photo now?” I asked irritably, wondering why he couldn’t just tell me what he wanted. We were already talking. Why send me a picture, too?
I tapped on the message alert.
“Oh. It’s me,” I said as I found myself looking at my face from a few seconds ago.
He’d taken a screenshot of our video call. “You look pretty there,” he said.
I didn’t say anything I was so caught off-guard. A few more seconds of silence passed.
He broke the ice. “So, what were we talking about?” he asked.
“Um…” I started, struggling to remember. I shrugged. “Nothing important.”