Linea stopped in her tracks.
I turned to her. “What?”
“God, Ava. I don't know what to do with you.” She sighed.
“What?” I chuckled.
“Teach them how to organize their homes?” She gaped. “That's our whole thing — cleaning and tidying up out-of-control messy homes. If we showed them how, we’d lose business.”
I thought for a moment. “Oh, I see.”
“I'm glad you do.” She shook her head. “I wonder how you'd make any money if I wasn't curbing your generosity.”
“Linea!”
She giggled, walking ahead. “I'm just saying. You’re like Santa Claus, but all year-round.”
“Yeah, well,” No argument popped up in my brain. “No one's complaining,” I finished in a small voice.
“Aww, don’t look that way.” She turned, a smile in her eyes.
I shook my head. “You’re impossible, Linea.”
"The cleaning booth is still a good idea, though, right?"
I nodded. “Sounds fun. We could get a front stall.”
"I think there’s a charge. We can check, though."
“Yeah, we should—” My stomach swooped, heat rushing through my body.
I stopped on the path, trying to collect myself. Someone bumped into me and offered an apology. I couldn't speak.
Could only focus on standing as my head swam.
What was happening?
Warm hands touched my shoulder. “Ava, are you okay?”
I blinked at my friend. “I don't know. Just feeling dizzy.”
She threw a gaze around, then pulled my arm. “Come with me.”
Linea brought us to a sitting area and nudged me onto a chair.
“I'll be right back.”
I buried my face in my hands and massaged my forehead. What's wrong with me?
“Here.”
I pried my hands away. Linea held a can of soda before me.
“Thank you.”
The first swallow washed down my throat, bringing some stability.
Linea dropped into the chair opposite me. “Feeling better?”