"Na… A… Na… ANNA!"
"Haaah!" A young girl with soft pink hair and equally pink eyes jolted awake, gasping as sweat poured down her forehead.
"Whoa there, calm down," a familiar voice said gently, grounding her.
Her breath slowed. She blinked, taking in her surroundings—and then her gaze met Jason's concerned eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his tone a mix of worry and irritation.
"I-It's nothing," Anna replied quickly, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her face.
"It's not nothing. You've been zoning out a lot lately. That guy nearly got you back there. If I hadn't yelled, you would've been hit."
