Something is not Right

Rhea packed her hair into a ponytail, staring at herself in the mirror. She was already dressed for school and only needed to check herself for the last time before picking her bag up and joining Celia downstairs.

"Rhea," Celia called, knocking on the door slightly. "Are you ready?"

"I am. I will be out soon."

"Actually... I want to speak to you. Can I come in?"

Rhea picked her bag up. "Sure, you can. The door is open."

Celia opened the door and walked in. She stared at Rhea in surprise.

"Where are your glasses? You are not going to..."

Rhea chuckled. "I almost forgot that. I will just..." She turned around to look for it and after a while, she spoke up. "I can't find my glasses. Did you help me see..."

"Over there on the table." Celia pointed. "I will pick it up for you."

"Thank you, Celia."

Celia moved closer to the table and picked up the glasses.