The sun was shining on the bedroom window, yet Zara was snoring heavily. She was an early bird and seldom got up late, even on Sundays. Her phone rang, disturbing her sleep, and she lazily hit the receive button. Her head throbbed painfully, and she had trouble focusing on things. She managed walking to the bathroom, washed her face, and looked around for a painkiller. She gulped it down with half a bottle of water and sat again on her bed with her head in her hands.
Her phone blared, and she picked up the call. "Hangover over, birthday girl?" asked Veronica.
"No, V, my head hurts. How…how do you know?" "Your mother had called me up to check if I knew about your date. I covered up for you, and you owe me the complete story. Get ready; I am coming to pick you up."
