"Larissa," Sydney's voice echoed down the hallway, her tone tinged with urgency, "would you please hurry up? You know they close the brunch at half past one." From her bedroom, Larissa glanced at the digital display on her phone - 10:53 AM. By her calculations, they had more than enough time to make it to the restaurant.
"Syd, we've got loads of time," she called back, ensuring her voice was loud enough to traverse the distance between them. She could almost picture Sydney pacing by the door, her impatience palpable even from afar.
"There's no need to rush," she added, hoping to ease her friend's stress. However, Sydney swiftly countered her reassurance. "But it’s hard to get a seat there, and a guy I know told us we should aim to be there before 11:30," Sydney explained, her voice a mix
