VEGA

Vega looked very anxious and worried, her hands shivering nervously.

"Simmer down Vega."

Sandy, with a cup of coffee at hand, slowly stirred the liquid as the smoke evaporated in the room.

"Here have some."

Vega gazed up at Sandy, a little smile curving on her lips. She enveloped the cup with both hands and forwarded it towards her lips, taking a little sip, with her eyes closed.

"It will make you calm, trust me."

Sandy sat next to her, watching her every expression.

"I don't think I will ever be calm."

Sandy creased her brow at the statement of her friend.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I...