After dinner with her parents, she went to her room. She sat on her bed and opened her laptop. She opened her Facebook account.

She visited her best friend's account. From Cashmere's friend list, she searched for Red's account.

Irani wasn't friends with Red on the said social media. She didn’t know if he was online or not.

She was worried that he wouldn't see her message.

His account is private. Irani couldn't see anything aside from his profile picture. His display picture was a black and white photo of him on the stage, playing the guitar.

She snorted while looking at his picture. She hated to admit it but he was really good-looking in that particular photo.
After a moment of staring at her account, she went to Red's IG account. She sighed in relief when she saw his IG was in public. She could see his posts even if she doesn't follow him.

Almost all of his posts were about food and his band. There were also some posts about nature, especially the sunset.

His latest post was a picture of him with his bandmates in a restaurant. There was a caption below it that said ‘Date with my boyfriends ;)

Irani couldn't help but smile at the particular post. She could see how those four guys are close to each other.

Irani accidentally hit the heart button. Her eyes widened in panic. She immediately unlike the post. Then she closed her laptop and unplugged her cell phone from its charger.

In the end, she decided to just call her best friend and ask for Red's number.

"Really? Red drove you home?" Cashmere asked in a surprised tone after Irani had explained to her why she needed Red's number.

“I was only forced to ride with him because I had no choice, Cash," she explained to her best friend.

"Fine. Stop being defensive, Irani," Cash said with a small chuckle.

Irani bit her lower lip while she was composing a text message for Red.

Good evening.

Irani winced and deleted the words on the screen. She then typed another one.

I left something in your car, Red.

There. She read it again before hitting send.

A few seconds later, her phone beeped with a text from Red.

Shortcake, is that you? :)

Irani gritted her teeth as she composed a reply for Red.

IT'S Irani. Stop calling me shortcake!!!

Red immediately replied:

Sorry, but I like calling you shortcake. :)

Irani almost threw her phone on the bed after reading Red's reply to her. God. She hates the smiley face on his text.
She could imagine him grinning right now in front of his phone.

I left my umbrella in your car, Red.

She typed before hitting send.

I'll check it tomorrow.

No. Check it now.

Wow, you're demanding, shortcake.

Irani rolled her eyes after reading Red's latest reply. That monkey could still annoy her even in text.

If not only for Drei's precious umbrella, she wouldn't text Red. Before she could compose another message for him, her phone already rang. Red is calling her.

She rolled her eyes before hitting the answer button.

“Hey, shortcake." Red greeted on the other line.

She stilled for a second after hearing his voice. His voice sounded too good on the phone.

Irani cleared her throat. “I left my umbrella in your car, Red… Could you check it now if it's really there?”
“Hmm… Say, please first, shortcake.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. This asshole was really testing her patience.

She then took a deep breath before giving in to his request. "Please, Indigo?" she said in a rather impatient tone.
Even if she couldn't see his face right now, she he was grinning wickedly.

“What? I already said please to you, Red. Happy now?" she said when she didn't hear any reply from him.

Red let out an amused chuckle on the other line. “Fine. I'll check it. But don't put down the phone while I do it."
She sighed. "Fine."

Irani heard the closing of the door on Red's line. "Hmm, why are you stalking me on IG, shortcake?"

Her lips parted with his question. She couldn't believe that he saw her liking his post.

“Excuse me, I wasn't stalking you!” she answered in a high-pitched voice.

Yeah. Just deny it, Irani.

"Oh, I saw you liked my post, Irani," Red said with a chuckle. "You even unlike seconds after."

“I was just searching for your number,” she said in defense. “Then I accidentally liked your post. Do you really think you're someone I wanna stalk?"

“You're being too defensive, shortcake,” Red answered in obvious amusement. Then she heard the opening of the car door.

"Red? Did you see my umbrella?" she asked after a few seconds of silence from the other line.

"Tsk, this umbrella is not yours," Red said on the other line.

Irani's brows furrowed. She was sure that Red saw the nametag on the umbrella.

"It was Mendoza’s. How did it end up with you? Don’t tell me you stole it?” Red continued to probe.

Irani gasped with Red accusations against her. "Excuse me, Red? Do I look like a thief?" She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "He lent that umbrella to me, okay?"

“And why would he do that? Are you two close?”

Irani cleared her throat. “Well, Drei and I knew each other. I think we're close to being friends," she answered. "Tsk, why am I even explaining to you? Just keep that umbrella tonight. I'll get that from you tomorrow."

"I'll just hand it to him tomorrow. We'll see each other at practice." Red said on the other line.

"No, Red!” she protested. “Hand it to me tomorrow. I'll be the one who'll give it back to him."

“Hmm, and why is that, shortcake?” Red probed.

“Of course. He lent that umbrella to me, that's why I should be the one handing it back to him," she explained. "Hand me the umbrella tomorrow, Red."

“Really?" Red probed." Or maybe you just wanted to see me again?"

Even if she couldn't see him right now, she was certain that she was grinning wide.

Irani gritted her teeth. “God you're really a thick-faced asshole.”

His loud laugh echoed on the other line. "See you tomorrow, shortcake."