"Are you ready?" Lana screamed as soon as I came closer. Sam's car stopped in front of us and in no time we hopped inside. I had no idea where we are going but I let Lana handle the matter as she's quite better than me.
The car halted in front of a city bar-restaurant. Beers on tap, delicious food, and a singer with her sweet music at the corner. The four of us sat down on a barstool and ordered their classic menu. Sam requested burger sliders, mozzarella sticks, and wings. I felt relieved that I have people around who could ease the pain that was clenching inside me.
"I could tell you're enjoying the Marketing department," Jazz was in high spirits. "It's fine!" I raised my thumb. "This beer is good," Lana reacted as soon as she tasted her drink. She placed mine in front of me and since
