I get baffled at her sudden rude tone. She sits on the backless chair, but does not touch the lemonade glass, placed across her on the counter.

"You're making me mad." Her hair falls on her sides, making it hard for me to see her face.

Did she mind that I didn't go along with her?

I go beside her and tilt my posture to see her, "I'm making you mad? You're making me mad. Do you have any idea how worried I got when Luke called me? I was--"

"Wait, Luke called you?" She interrupts me, turning her head to me. Her eye lids are heavy.

"Where is he?"...