She spun around, but there was no one there. The phrase echoed in her mind, paired with the image of the suspicious teenagers from earlier.
As they chatted, a group of teenagers walked by, their eyes flicking towards Abella and her friend with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. One of them whispered something to the others, and they quickened their pace, disappearing into the crowd.
Suddenly, a voice behind her said, "Abella, is that you?" She turned to see a figure she hadn't seen in years, someone she had considered a friend but had lost touch with.
Her old friend, who had been part of a group known for their adventurous spirits, looked a bit out of place in the casual setting. "I know, I know. Life got in the way, and I guess we just drifted apart," he said, a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Nothing much, just some local drama," he replied with a shrug. "Teen stuff. They probably think we're up to something, given our history."