I Would Rather Die Than...

"What's going on, Connie? Didn't we simply ask you to return to the restaurant to get an apron? Why are you so sweaty?" Miya asked Connie, who just walked in all sweaty, with amazement as she passed the ice cream cone to a child.

Elizabeth and the rest were also staring at Connie, puzzled.

Connie urgently spoke, "Do you all know that the restaurant is missing? I walked along the square, and I couldn't find the restaurant even after walking around many times. I only saw a shop that sells pots. Did our restaurant disappear?"

"Disappear?" All of them were shocked to hear that. How could a restaurant disappear? Moreover, next to the restaurant was a blacksmith shop, and not a shop that sells pot.

"Connie, did you turn right after you got out of the door?" Babla asked after some thought.

"Wasn't I supposed to turn left?" Connie nodded with conviction.

All of them began to look at Connie with an increasingly complicated expression.