"Giselle, can you stop pacing, can't you?"

Chelsea looks sullen. This may be the umpteenth time that she has delivered a scolding. Earlier, after working part-time, Giselle asked her to meet first. Her friend said there was something important to discuss.

However, when they arrived at the cafe where they promised to meet, instead of telling them straight away, Giselle showed panic. I don't know what the girl was thinking until she was pacing incoherently with a sullen face mixed with anxiety.

"Here, if you really don't have anything to say, I'll just go home. I want to do my college assignments too. Besides, I've been sitting here for thirty...