Shattered Afterglow

NYSSA'S POV

'You think we're pregnant?' Vesper blurted out the second I stepped into the ladies' room.

I deadpanned at my reflection, trying to smooth down my hair, which looked like it had been through a natural disaster. 'You ask the weirdest, most inconvenient things at the worst times. Can we not? My brain is currently 90% friction burn and 10% regret.'

I grabbed some paper towel from the disp