"Hello, Tyrone?" While contemplating how to broach the subject of her delayed return to Tyrone, Sabrina received a call from him.

“Have you had dinner?" Tyrone asked.

"I just finished eating," Sabrina replied.

Sabrina heard Tyrone’s resonant voice over the line, accompanied by the rhythmic clatter of a keyboard, suggesting a late-night work session. "Sabrina, are you done with your work yet? When will you come back?"

Just a few hours ago, Tyrone himself meticulously selected his photos for a magazine feature, and the office was already in the process of arranging them for typesetting.