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I'm currently fixated on my phone, examining the address Helena provided.
I repeatedly check my chat box, wanting to reply with a simple "Okay, I'll be there," but I can't bring myself to hit the send button.
Doubts are swirling in my mind....
So, I decided to just lay down on my bed.
I'm at home, already dressed to go to the address Helena gave, but I'm feeling too lazy to move.
My thoughts are overwhelmed by questions...
What if Helena is just playing a prank on me?, and I find it suspicious that the place she mentioned is a high-end bar.
What if Victor is there, but Helena is lurking nearby, worried that I might try to steal him away?
These thoughts make me chuckle, and I stay on my bed, unsure about what my next move should be.
I reclined on my bed, the minutes ticking away as I absentmindedly spun my phone in my hand.
It slipped from my grasp and plummeted to the floor with a thud.
