*** Becca
"Wow, this really isn't a dream." Zariah was sitting beside me in a booth, continuing poking my left side, first it was cheek until I clenched my jaw in annoyance, and then she decided to poke my left shoulder for a good five minutes until I smacked her hand away. "I can't believe that you're actually here." She muttered in a confused tone while rubbing the back of her hand that was slightly pink at my swat.
Glancing at her as she was slowly processing my return, it was kinda frightening. At first, she was in a daze, then it shifted to disbelief but soon her green eyes changed from disbelief to anger, and I glanced away as she suddenly regained her senses.
"What were you thinking?! Stepping out in the middle of the night?!" She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth and I let out a small sigh, scanning everyone else's faces noticing that they were just as curious.
