Iris West's POV.
“Oh my, what were you doing out in the rain, Iris?” Beatrice asked, walking into the kitchen.
I ran into Anne as soon as I stumbled through the back door, shivering. She took me to the kitchen, where we currently are, and gave me a towel to dry up my body.
“I got carried away,” I muttered, more to myself than them.
“Want hot chocolate?” Beatrice asked, stretching the mug in her hands forward.
“Hey! Where did you get that? I want one.” Anne whined.
“Stop whining, Angie is giving them out in the corridor.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at Anne.
“Okay, I will be right back. I’ll get one for you, Iris.”
Anne dashed out of the kitchen. Beatrice placed her mug down on the countertop and faced me.
“Carried away by your thoughts?”
I knew what she was talking about but I didn’
