"Good evening, Philip. Yes, I'm good. I'm sorry that my line has been unreachable. It's..."
"I guess he took your phone." He cuts in.
"No, he did not. The network was just bad, and I think that was because we were in the plane, but the text messages were not going through either." She sighed and added, "Well, I'm confused."
"Are you sure you're okay? Your voice says otherwise?" Philip asked her again, this time his tone laced with curiosity and concern.
"Yes, I'm fine; it's just that I got pulled by my hair by a strange man over a misunderstanding, but it's not serious. It's not painting me, and I don't have a headache," she explained.
"Are you sure? In fact, who was the man?"
"No worries. He's just a cab driver, and you know how they mostly behave when money is involved." She wanted to calm his nervousness.
In honesty, she's literally feeling a pain in her head because of the pulling on her hair.
