Who's the idiot that invented caller ID?
"I hate caller ID."
Tomoka let out a dissatisfied huff as she plopped down onto the couch, Sakuno silently watching.
"And why is that?"
"Because," Tomoka exclaimed, as if it were some sort of conspiracy, "it just makes everything so complicated. It's like you can't call someone nine times a day without looking like you're completely insane."
"Um…."
Sakuno probably should have said something by now, but she just couldn't gather the nerve to. It didn't matter anyways. Tomoka had already decided this to be a one-sided conversation.
"I mean, people before didn't have caller ID, and as far as I know, they got along just fine. Caller ID is just completely pointless anyway. What's wrong with just picking up the phone in order to find out who's on the other line? If I want to call a guy in fifteen-minute intervals just to hear the sound of his voice, then I should be able to, right? But if the guy already knows it's me, then I just seem like a complete stalker."
"…"
"Which I'm not."