Rosy helped Thalia into the car, shutting the door gently before sliding into the driver’s seat. She gripped the wheel tightly, stealing glances at her friend who leaned her head back against the seat, looking pale and drained. With a frustrated sigh, Rosy started the engine and drove off.
“You’re unbelievable, Lia!” Rosy half-yelled, her voice sharp with worry. Thalia bit her lip, avoiding her gaze. “You’ve barely eaten anything good today and you expect your body to keep up with you? Huh?” Rosy scolded again, her voice carrying both irritation and concern.
“I didn't expect today to be this long, okay? And I was stressed out. I couldn't think straight.” She defended herself and Rosy shook her head.
“Silly.”
“Just…drive faster. George is waiting,” Thalia murmured softly, still carrying
