TIFFANY'S POV
She couldn't pretend that she was still comfortable being in the bar, so she decided to open up to her friends.
“Can we leave, please? I'm feeling sick.” Tiffany asked.
“Oh my God! Does your knee hurt? Are you having a fever?” Freya asked, already reaching out to feel her body temperature.
“We can leave now.” Timothy said and got up.
They walked out of the bar with her friends worrying about her health.
“Should we follow you home?” Freya asked worriedly.
“No, please. I'm fine, guys. Thank you so much.” She said.
“Drive safely and make sure you leave a message letting us know you got home safely.” Timothy said and gave her a hug.
“I will. Bye, guys.” She waved before getting into the car.
She got home famished, exhausted and feeling sick. She went upstairs to change
