Billie.
I have no idea what happened, but I am never eating those cookies again.
I feel like I just got drop-kicked by a hurricane, tossed into a tornado, and then body-slammed by a tsunami.
"What the hell did you put in those cookies, Riana?!" I groaned, sprawled out on the couch like a tragic Shakespearean heroine. Everything felt way too heavy, and the entire room was moving in a wavy, bouncy manner that was both terrifying and hilarious.
Riana stormed in, took one look at the empty box on my table, and screamed.
"Oh my God, Billie! You ate the green cookies?"
I blinked up at her, my brain moving ten times slower than usual. "Riana, what did you do to me?"
She sighed dramatically. "Those were weed cookies for my client, Billie. I explicitly told you not to eat the ones with the green ribbon. You were supposed to eat the purple ribbon ones. Those had chocolate chips!"
I groaned, rubbing my face. "In my defense… you should have locked up the dangerous ones."
