- SHIMMER’S POV
- In fear, I sat down on one of the very beautiful chairs. The waitress offered me some fruit juice on the house. They had offered some wine but I rejected, for I was in no mood for wine of any sort. Silently I sat there with my legs crossed, my hands clasped closely to my chest. My own heartbeat went on wildly like a thundering drum. I shifted a bit and clung to my bag as if my life depended on it.
- I almost screamed out in fear at the sound of a message in my phone. Quickly I picked my phone and checked. It was Iris; she sent a smiley emoji. Quickly I responded by sending one back. I dumped my phone back on the table in front of me and took two sips of the juice. Large drops of sweat fell from my forehead, and I used the back of my palm to roughly wipe them off.