Dreya and her girlfriend returned to the studio holding ice powder but had barely touched the seat before their sweaty agent called them away.
"Quick! Plans have changed, we need to rehearse. Come with me quickly!"
They didn't have time to think about anything else, they quickly set down the ice powder and ran.
The rehearsal wasn't too fast or too slow, just waiting for your turn to walk through and it would end, depending on your assigned number.
Thinking that they'd only had less than a third of the ice powder and it was left quietly on the table, slowly warming up, losing its intended flavor and might even melt.
Dreya anxiously bit her nails and paced back and forth, her girlfriend wasn't much better.
"Why isn't it my turn yet? I'm dying of anxiety!"
"My ice powder, oh please God, don't let it melt!"
This thing was limited edition, it'd surely be sold out by the time work ended, for them that was the only portion they'd have today.
