Irene gasped like a fish as she came back to reality. Her eyes, as wide as Ping-Pong ball, landed on a pair of grey eyes. The look of concern was thoroughly visible on his face. His lips parted, probably saying something, but she couldn’t hear a thing. She shook her head, clearing her senses. She left few seconds for her ears to adjust. She saw his lips twitched to say few more words until she finally got her hearing back.
“—hurry.” was all she could manage to get.
Frowning, she asked, “Sorry, what? I can’t hear you before.” Looking at him, she noticed something different about their surrounding. Her eyes frantically scanned the room. Indeed, they were no longer in the eatery. The walls were white and the smell was more than familiar. It reeked of herbs and vitamins. As she looked down,
