Whispers of Fate
Sarah bursts into hysterical laughter, amused by her joke.
I chuckle nervously, attempting to play along.
"Alright, three hamburgers, fries, and slushes coming up!" Ruth announces, placing the tray on the round table and taking a seat.
"I think I'll visit a clinic today. I feel sick, and I don't want to fall ill right before our test next week," I share, expressing my concerns.
"Oh, okay. Do you want me to drop you off?" Ruth asks, munching on a couple of fries.