Elena.

I lifted my head from the floor and saw Jane looking down at me, looking quite annoyed. Her hair was a little messy, a few loose strands falling over the side of her face. From her expression alone, I could already guess that things weren't going her way. Her hands were balled into fists by her sides, and her breathing sounded heavier than usual.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked, resting my chin in the palm of my hand. Jane frowned, then held up a piece of paper that was already somewhat crumpled.

I eyed the paper curiously. From a distance, I couldn't even tell what she was actually trying...