Rosalie was the first to recover, her tone carrying just the faintest trace of gloating. "What? You didn't? Oh no, Danna, how are you going to get home then? Even the standing tickets are gone? That's... really troublesome!"
Kervin's face darkened. "Danna, what have you been doing these past two days? Didn't I tell you to hurry up and get a ticket? Now you're saying you don't have one? What are you planning to do—walk all the way home from campus?"
Watching the two of them play a good cop and the bad cop almost made me laugh.
"I have my own way of going back," I said lightly.
Kervin narrowed his eyes. "What way could you possibly have?"
Kervin's tone was already laced with impatience.
"At a time like this you're still putting on an act? I knew it—you're never reliable. Can't handle anything, and now you're just going to blame me, say it's all my fault..."
"Kervin, don't be so harsh on Danna."
Rosalie tugged lightly at his sleeve before turning to me with a gentle look.
"Danna, if you really can't figure something out, my roommate has an apartment off campus. I can give you the key..."
She tapped a few times on her phone, then turned the screen toward me.