I had no choice but to put some soup in my mouth. Before I could drink it, the fishy stench made my stomach churn. I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up.

“Why are you still throwing up?” He looked at me suspiciously.

“It‘s probably because I drank yesterday. Plus, I‘m not used to the smell of mullets since I was young, So...” I explained with guilt in the tone of my voice.

His body stiffened up: perhaps recalling last night‘s ...