You and Irene were strolling down the sidewalk on the left side of the road, with Irene holding her books tucked to her chest, and you with your backpack awkwardly slung over one shoulder; the left one. You had a slight strain on it due to always using it to hold and support things with it. You didn't take caution on it, though, as it seemed that it didn't matter.

Irene grinned. "Ah, maybe we could hang out tomorrow?" she pondered, "Or today?"

"I can't hang hang out today, because I have chores. But I have lots of time tomorrow, as it is a weekend," you softly chattered back.

"Sounds great!" She seemed to squeal almost. Her eyelashes began to flutter, which seemed odd. She shook her head vigorously again. But you were a bit worried.

"Irene, we must get you home now, we must. You seem to be a bit sick," you approached in a calmer situation.

"I suppose you're right. Im not feeling all too well, no," she mumbled with a weak smile. "I must be going. See you tomorrow," she rasped a bit In her light voice.

You waved and chattered a bit before turning your head again and trodding on through the busy streets solo.