"What's up with you?"
Sora looked up at her best friend. Amiah was taken aback by the heavy sorrow in the air around Sora. She almost couldn't breathe properly. What happened to make her best friend turn from sunshine to heatwave?
"Mia, you're here."
"Yeah. I'm here," answered Amiah. "You called me here. Did you forget already? And how much did you drink already?" She looked at the bottles of beer on the table and furrowed her brows at Sora.
"I only had one bottle," answered Sora.
Amiah chuckled, "Of course, that's already the best you can do."
"Hey! I did not call you out to insult me like this!"
Amiah nodded her head as she took off her blazer and placed it on the chair beside her. She naturally picked up a bottle of beer and screwed open the cap. She took a sip and faced Sora, "So, what is this pity party for? I thought you called me because we'll be going back to set in two days. But clearly, that's not the case here."
