Ken
“Ma’am, are you okay? Ma’am, can you hear me?”
“Should we call the police?”
I slowly opened my eyes and found the girl in Margaret’s diner and another guy looking at me with worried expressions on their faces. I looked around. I realized I was seated in the driver’s seat of my car, with the seat inclined. The girl was sitting on the passenger seat, holding up a small bottle of mint balm and the guy was kneeling by my car door.
“What happened?” I asked, sitting up.
“You fainted,” the guy said to me. “You’re lucky I was passing by when you dropped your phone and passed out. I caught you before you could hit your head. I called for help. Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Th—thanks.”
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” the girl asked.
I shook my head. “I’ll be… I’ll be okay.”
“Well, I f
