Thalia winced at the voice, her eyes darting nervously around the room before reluctantly settling on the woman in front of her. She did not know what to say nor how she was going to run away from this, without looking suspicious as she passes through the crowd. “I don’t kid about pastries!,” Thalia deflected, her hands fidgeting with her dress. "Really, I insist you try to the chocolate éclairs; they’re positively sinful. And who knows, maybe our paths will cross again when the stars align—or when the DJ plays a better song.”
Thalia let out a laughter that she hoped did not sound too awkward and nervous, but really did the nature of her laughter matter? The girl in front of her definitely did not think so, for her next words were not a rhetorical question like her first words have been.
Now the question was how to gaslight the girl and plan her escape without toppling over or tripping on something. Thalia felt dizzy, really dizzy, and she needed to find her way out of this situation before her condition became too apparent. “Ah, yes, pastries!” Thalia exclaimed, her words coming out a bit more slurred than she intended. She stumbled over her words, trying to regain her balance both physically and mentally. “And, I-I didn’t take any photos of you, it was actually …” Thalia paused, trying to think of what to say, “Your imagination! Yes, yes this is why we should not always listen to our heads,” God knows most of the time Thalia does not, " Yes, that’s it! Sometimes our minds play tricks on us, don’t they? Like, they can make us see things that aren’t really there. Like how … how … it made you think I had a camera but really I don’t," Thalia chuckled nervously, her attempt at gaslighting the situation falling flat as her words slurred together.
Despite her best efforts to maintain control, Thalia could feel the world spinning around her, her vision blurring at the edges. She knew she needed to make a swift exit before her condition became too obvious, but the room seemed to sway dangerously with each step she took. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she struggled to keep her composure, her heart pounding in her chest. “it’s all-,” Thalia began, trying to take a step back, but as she did, her legs began to feel like jelly, and her vision blurred even more. She staggered backward, nearly losing her balance. “Just your imagination,” Thalia hands reached up to her forehead, as she rubbed her temples, was it possible to get a hangover on the same day you drink? No, right? It usually happens the next day, when you wake up, but it seems that nothing was truly going to go normal for Thalia this day or this school year because what if this was a sign? A sign from the universe? Thalia’s hands clutched her pendant, as she stared at the girl in front of her. “Sorry, i-” She stammered, feeling a strange sensation coming up her stomach, and making her clutch her pendant even tighter.
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