"Well, mom usually calls me just to check up on me and see how I'm doing. This time she wanted to know if was really her son that had just spoken to her. She missed you but was to scared of father to do anything about it." Cecelia shifts when he asks what she did. "I graduated from high school third in my class. Of course father wasn't happy that I graduated third instead of first. Things got better after I leave for college. I majored in psychology and minored in music. So in short, yeah I became a music therapist." She watches him curiously while he talks on his cell.<br/><br/>She shakes her head when he asks about dating. "No. Haven't been seeing anyone for about seven months now." A pause then "So what about you? I bet you get loads of girls hanging off you, even with your...condition." His clothing totally clashes with his surroundings. If someone else walked into the room, their eyes would instantly be drawn to him. Her apartment is done mostly in earth tones, making him really clash. "No offense Zacky, but you clash with everything in here. Nice boxers by the way." That look had never been to impressive to her, it made her wonder if western civilization is going down hill.