The morning sun had barely crept through Sasha's curtains when Stella's impatient knocks echoed through her apartment. It was the trip day. Sasha groaned, dragging herself out of bed, only to find her best friend standing at the door with a wide grin plastered across her face, her hair bouncing as if it had a life of its own.
"Don't tell me you're still not done packing?" Stella blurted before Sasha could even mutter a greeting.
Sasha rubbed her eyes, stifling a yawn. "Good morning to you too."
Stella barged inside without waiting for permission, her suitcase wheels clattering across the wooden floor. "Morning, morning. Now...please tell me you're packed. We can't be late. I hate lateness, you know that."
Sasha shook her head in disbelief. "You sound like we're running late to our own
