The Price of a Like
I said flatly, shaking my head as though that settled the matter.
But Vanessa wasn't about to let it go. She advanced on me like a phantom from the abyss, her persistence unsettling. "I have a power bank! Here, use it!" Her voice trembled with urgency, her eyes glinting with a mix of insistence and something darker.
"Please, Lucy," she continued, layering her words with guilt. "150 dollars might not mean much to you, but to me, it's everything."
Her words wrapped themselves around me like chains. The sweat on my back had nothing to do with the heat of the room. "I really can't like it," I murmured, my discomfort plain.
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