"Your friend doesn't seem to be in good shape," Joanna said as she took another sip of her drink.
"She's fine," I said as I sped up my hand movements. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to do something for you," Joanna said.
"Enough!" I turned to look at Joanna. I didn't want to pretend that we were friends anymore. I'd rather tell her, "There's only the two of us here. There's no need for you to wear that mask, Joanna. You know very well that I don't like you. I guess you don't like me either. Why pretend to be a sister?"
"I do feel some hostility from you, but I don't hate you," Joanna said slowly.
My gaze fixed on her. There was no flaw in her expression. It was as if I was just a one-sided villain. From the looks of it, it seemed that I had overreacted. She didn't have any other intentions. I was using malice to speculate about her.
