I like the rebelious vibe it gave

The relief I felt stepping out of my mom's house was palpable. The crisp morning air hit my face like a balm, and for the first time in hours, I felt like I could breathe without worrying about someone bringing up last night.

Zaya and I walked toward her car, and she fished around in her jacket pocket for the keys. I was still ranting under my breath about my sisters' endless teasing when she stopped abruptly.

"They're not here," Zaya said, patting down her other pocket.

"What?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"My car keys," she said slowly, her green eyes narrowing. "They're not in my jacket."

I frowned, thinking back to last night. "Wait… didn't you hand them to me when we got here?"

Zaya's gaze locked on mine, and I saw the realization dawn in her expression. "You put them in your bag, didn't you?"

I froze, my stomach sinking. "Uh…"

She crossed her arms, her smirk already forming. "Layla."