443: PET PROBLEMS

ARIEL'S POV "Are you for real, Ariel?" Hannah asked me with her mouth open, sort of wild. She couldn't believe it. It was shocking. "I'm sorry, Hannah. But I can't tell you anything. I don't want to talk to anyone about this, honestly." I could feel my patience wearing thin. Despite Hannah's persistence, I stood my ground, refusing to divulge any details. But before things could go a little bit extreme, Celine's voice cut through the air, bringing a welcome interruption to our conversation. "Ariel, I'm done here. Let's go," she called out, approaching us with a satisfied smile. Relief filled me as I turned to Celine, and I was grateful for her timely intervention. "Alright, let's go," I replied, reaching out to take the bag of groceries she offered me. Hannah's expression fell slightly as she realized our conversation was coming to an end. "Well, I guess I'll see you around," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. I offered her a small smile. "Yeah, take care, Hanna