Tilting her head while drinking a red liquid, Carissa added.
"I wouldn't say that. She barely even talks to people, yet for you, she yelled."
Is that why she's talking to me? To find out about Serena?
Finishing my own glass of red liquid, tasting similar to a Shirley Temple on Earth, I confusedly responded.
"...? I guess."
Nodding my head, I scooped the last bit of beef on my platter, ready to leave, but a sudden voice interrupted me.
"You three ready to sing?"
Her black hair, untied from the ponytail, drooped down on my shoulders, the sweet scent of her conditioner sneaking into my ears, as she stood behind me, preventing me from leaving.
Shaking my head, I looked, met with the face of Gemma, and said.
"It's about that time."
Yet, as I stood up, I instantly felt a wave of nausea overwhelm me, the ground seemingly shaking below me.
My sense of perception was completely off...and my brain ached with a bitter sensation.
At that moment, Gemma's familiar voice sounded.
