No Such Person Found

My heart is probably empty. It has been empty for a long time. It is so empty that time no longer exists. It is as empty as a philosophical question. The ringtone of the cell phone at this time was indeed like a pleasant person coming whistling. Let it become another normal afternoon at 3:20. "How are you? Miss Margaret... Oh I mean, Ms. Vianne... Sorry, which one is your real name?" "Call me Vivian." I knew he couldn't see my smile through the air. "Vivian... Haha, so cute. I almost forgot, I have something serious to talk to you about. Can you do me one more favor?" His tone became like a child. "Of course. But I don't know yet..." I may not know who the person is talking to me yet. "Call me... Oreo, she was the only one who called me that before. Are you free at seven o'clock tonight?" He seemed to remember something sad. "Yeah. Let's meet at Me, too. You know, right? Tell me what you want me to do for you." I smiled secretly at his name. "Well. Nice to meet you, Ma... Oh no, Vivian. Let's make an appointment at seven o'clock." He looked satisfied and happy. My heart seemed to instantly turn into a street corner smelling of bread. Conception: