"CAT got your tongue, huh?" she asked as she played with her hair, slightly tilting her head while looking at me like she was confused about why I was calling her on a first-name basis, even though we don't know each other. At least, in this freaking world. "Do you know me personally to call me by my first name?"
In the real world, when Annika starts to act like a b.itch in front of me, I am going to pull her hair a little and say harsh words to her, that she will not take seriously, because she knows that it's only my expression. However, in this world, I can't do anything but bite my lower lip, trying not to speak, as I was frightened that this would be the last job that I'll have in this world.
On second thought, working in a bar, especially my best friend's bar, sounds more fun than
