"I'm working on a... time machine."

He finally finishes, his tone casual and nonchalant. However, YN's body is on full alert mode as she struggles to keep herself composed at the gravity of this statement. Her mind is in utter disbelief as she desperately searches her mind to see if she heard her father correctly. Did he really just say he's working on a time machine?

YN's father's statement about working on a time machine echoes around in her head, his words suddenly feeling very real as the weight of it begins to sink in. The magnitude of it is almost overwhelming as her mind struggles to wrap itself around the idea. She slowly tries to process everything before suddenly bursting out an unexpected question, "Wait, you seriously expect me to believe you're building a time machine?"

Her father chuckles at her question, his amused reaction only adding to her confusion. YN is still trying to come to terms with the situation as she continues, "I mean... a time machine? That's not really a common thing, you know?" Her tone is an amusing mixture of shock, disbelief, and slight excitement as she tries to rationalize the fact that she is currently having a conversation with her father about the idea of actually building a time machine.

The words are rushing in front of her mouth before she can even think, "Seriously, a time machine? Time travel isn't even possible, right? Is it?" The doubts are still flooding her mind and she can hardly believe that her scientist father is really building a time machine. She looks at him carefully, as if searching for some sign that he has just gone mad.

Her father continues to remain calm, his expression unchanged as he responds to her questions with a bemused smile, "Well, I suppose time travel wasn't considered possible until now, but here we are, right?" He continues, "As for the possibility of it, of course it is. I wouldn't be working on it if it weren't possible." The certainty in his words only adds to her confusion, fuelling her questions further.

Her father lets out another soft chuckle, taking her barrage of questions casually. He responds, "Honestly, ethics wasn't really high on my list of priorities when I decided to build it. But don't worry, it's not like I'm going to go back and kill baby Hitler or anything like that." He adds a jokingly tone to the last part, trying to ease her concerns.

Her father takes a moment to explain, his demeanour transforming into a more serious state for the purpose of explaining the details. He begins, "Well, the science behind time travel is complex, but, put simply, it's all about altering the fabric of time-space itself." His tone suddenly switches to a more academic one as he continues, "Through the manipulation of particle physics, and the utilization of various quantum mechanics, we have the means to create a wormhole that effectively disrupts time-space, allowing for the possibility of time travel."

Her father continues, "Of course, it's not really that simple in practice. There are numerous complexities and hazards involved with time travel, as you can imagine." His tone is suddenly more sombre, as he begins to discuss the more serious side of the project. YN listens intently as he continues, "The main issue is that the human body is not naturally capable of handling the stresses of time travel. In fact, without certain protections, there's a good chance of getting torn apart by the sheer force of it all."

After further scientific explanation, YN's father's words suddenly sound like a foreign language. Her mind struggles to make sense of all the information and technical terminology thrown at her. After a moment, she suddenly cuts him off, blurting out, "Wait, I'm sorry, I think half of that flew way over my head." His father chuckles heartily, amused by the look of overwhelmedness on her face.

Her father lets out a gentle chuckle as she admits her lack of comprehension. He responds, "Yeah, I guess it is rather complicated, huh?" He takes a moment to consider a simpler way to explain it, then continues, "Think of it like this: if time normally flows in a linear path, like a river, a time machine allows you to take a short cut, so to speak." His tone remains casual and straightforward as he continues, "You're still flowing in the river, but instead of following the normal path, and the time machine allows you to take a special, faster route."

She takes a moment to process his analogy and nods slowly, trying to wrap her mind around it. Her father smiles, sensing her attempts to understand, and adds, "Of course, it's a lot more complicated than that, but I think you get the idea, right?" Despite the simplicity of his explanation, the concept is so foreign and unbelievable to her that she is still struggling to wrap her mind around it.

Even with her father's attempt to simplify things, she is still left feeling a little confused and lost. She takes a moment to collect herself and finally admits, "Yeah, I think I'm still pretty lost on all of this. Could I actually see the machine for myself?" Her father considers her request, appearing slightly contemplative for a moment before responding.

He pauses for a moment as he mulls over her request, then responds, "Hmmm, I suppose I could show you the machine. But, you have to promise not to touch anything or mess with the equipment, okay?" He gives her a stern look, clearly concerned with safety, before continuing, "It's dangerous and delicate equipment, and I can't have you messing anything up." He adds in a joking tone, "Or, accidentally sending yourself back in time."

YN nods quickly, agreeing wholeheartedly to her father's requests. "I promise, I won't touch anything," she responds, eager to see the remarkable machine. She is curious and excited to lay her eyes on the mysterious time machine that her father has been working on, despite her confusion about the specifics.

Her father seems satisfied with her promise, and lets out a smile. "Alright, follow me then." He motions for her to follow him as he turns around and starts walking deeper into the labs, towards the area where his time machine project is being worked on. YN is overwhelmed by excitement and curiosity as she follows her father, the weight of the situation suddenly setting in as she is about to see the time machine in person.

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As they walk further inside, the surroundings become more technical and high-tech. The area is filled with countless machines, various components and equipment used for the project. She can only guess the purpose for each item, until they finally stop in a seemingly empty space. Her father stands in front of her, facing a large, empty space that has a rather simple-looking machine in the middle of it. The machine consists of a large, metallic platform, surrounded by various wires, cables, and strange devices. Her father gestures towards it and says, "Well, here it is. Our time machine."

YN's eyes widen in awe as she stares at the remarkable machine before her. It is a strange and imposing sight, and almost seems to exude a sort of energy that seems impossible. She approaches it cautiously, her eyes taking in every detail of the machine. It's simple structure and unassuming appearance belies the incredible complexities and capabilities contained within, and she can hardly believe what it is truly capable of. "Wow," is all she can say, her voice filled with wonder and disbelief, "This is it, huh?"

Her father replies, "Yeah, this is it. It's not really a particularly pretty sight, I know, but I can assure you that it's quite impressive nonetheless." Despite the underwhelming appearance, her father's tone still carries a hint of excitement and pride. He stands next to her and gazes upon the machine, then continues, "Impressive and dangerous." He adds, "That's why you need to be careful and not touch anything."

YN tears her eyes away from the machine and turns to her father, her mind filled with countless questions that she wants to ask. She takes a moment to collect herself and finally speaks, "Dad, can you explain how it works, exactly?" She looks at him intently, hoping to get a more in-depth explanation from him. Her father hums in thought and nods his head. He finally begins, "Well, it's pretty complex, but I'll try to explain it as simply as I can."

Her father continues, "Now, this next part is a bit complex, but it's also quite important. In order to control the temporal field, and also keep yourself unaffected by the temporal forces, you will be using a specially designed device." He picks up a small, circular bracelet-like device from the table near the machine. "This is your personal Time Warp Generator control, and it's what you use to control the entire time travel process." He says, as he gently places the device in her palm, closing her fingers around it.

He continues, "This device, which we will call the time warp bracelet for simplicity's sake, serves two purposes. First and foremost, it acts as a remote control for the Time Warp Generator, allowing you to start, stop, and even direct the flow of time" He emphasizes, "Now listen closely, this is important. Without this device, it would be very difficult to control the temporal field or keep yourself tethered to the normal flow of time, and this could result in unpleasant consequences. You understand?"

YN's hands suddenly grow sweaty as she grips the time warp bracelet tightly. She nods slowly, trying to process everything her father is telling her. She suddenly feels an incredible sense of responsibility and burden as she holds the device in her hands, suddenly realizing the immense power she is now in control of.

He gives a slight pause to allow for any questions and then continues, "The bracelet itself is not just a remote control, though. It also serves the vital purpose of protecting you from any possible harm caused by the time travel process. It will keep you grounded in the current timeline and shield you from any unintended temporal effects." He adds with a bit of sternness, "This is why it is extremely important for you never to remove the bracelet throughout the entire process."

Her father looks at her seriously, the gravity of the situation being emphasized. "Listen to me carefully," he begins, his tone stern and resolute. "The bracelet, which you'll be wearing on your wrist, is not just a device for controlling the temporal field." He continues, "It's more than that. It's your lifeline. It's the single most important piece of equipment in the entire time travel process." He pauses to let his words sink in before emphasizing, "Without it, you're effectively stranded in time."

He glances at the bracelet, a note of seriousness in his expression. "Never take off the bracelet," he says, his voice firm and uncompromising. "If you do, you'll sever your connection to our time frame, and you'll be stuck in time until we can figure out a way to bring you back." He looks at her directly, ensuring the message fully sinks in. "Do you understand the importance of the bracelet?"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, she can't help but chuckle a bit, as she says, "Dad, you're making it sound like I'm going to be time traveling anytime soon. I'm not exactly planning on doing that, you know." Her tone is light-hearted, as she tries to ease the tension with a little joke.

Her father can't help but smile and chuckle slightly at her response, amused by her light-hearted statement, considering the seriousness and complexity of the discussion. He responds, "Hahaha, I suppose you're right. It's not like you're going to be time traveling anytime soon, right?" Despite the humour in his tone, there is also a hint of concern and uncertainty, as if he is quietly contemplating if this may not be completely true.

Her father stares at her, his expression serious yet filled with a hint of concern. He takes a moment to consider his words before continuing, "Listen, I know you're curious, and I know the idea of time travel is exciting. But I have to stress this again, the machine is not a toy. It's a very dangerous and complex piece of equipment, and it's not something to mess around with." He pauses briefly before adding, "So please, for your own safety and for my peace of mind, just don't touch it, okay?"

His gaze remains on her, his tone firm and resolute, but with a hint of fatherly concern. The machine is a powerful and complex contraption that can potentially alter the fabric of time and space. The risks and dangers associated with it are not to be taken lightly, and he wants to ensure that she fully understands the severity of the situation. He adds, firmly, "I know you're curious, but please, for both of our sakes, don't touch that machine."

The room falls silent as he looks directly into her eyes, his expression serious and stern, trying to convey the importance of his words. He knows that she is naturally curious and excited about the idea of time travel, but he also knows that the machine is not a toy. The risks and consequences of carelessly tampering with it are not worth the potential harm that could be caused. He adds, his tone soft but firm, "Can you promise me you won't touch the machine? For my sake?"

His expression remains solemn and serious as he waits for her response, hoping that she understands the gravity of the situation and the potential dangers involved. The thought of his daughter meddling with such a dangerous piece of equipment worries him greatly, and he is determined to ensure her safety and well-being. He looks at her, his gaze unflinching, and waits for her response.

The room feels still and quiet as her father waits for her response, his gaze remaining on her as he silently urges her to respond. He understands her fascination and curiosity, but he also knows that the machine and the concept of time travel is not something to be taken lightly. His expression remains firm and serious, indicating his unwavering stance on the matter. He looks at her, waiting for her to give him a response, a sign that she understands the risks and dangers involved and will not touch the machine.

Her father looks at her intently, the gravity of his words clearly weighing on her. After a moment of contemplation, she finally offers her promise. "I promise," she says, her tone sincere and resolute. "I won't touch the machine. I understand how dangerous it is, and I won't take any unnecessary risks." She meets his gaze, her eyes showing determination and understanding. He is visibly relieved, happy to hear her promise.

Her father smiles slightly, his expression relaxing a bit as he hears her promise. He can see the sincerity in her eyes and the understanding behind her words. He feels a sense of relief that she has taken his warnings seriously and will not engage in any risky behaviour. He responds, "Good. I'm glad to hear that you understand the dangers and risks associated with the machine. I trust that you'll keep your promise and stay away from it."

With her promise, he is reassured that she will not be playing with the machine and potentially putting herself in danger. He knows that children can be curious and sometimes lack a full understanding of the consequences of their actions, but he hopes that her promise and understanding of the seriousness of the situation will prevent her from engaging in any reckless behaviour. He adds, "Just remember, that machine is not a toy. It's dangerous and delicate equipment that should be handled with care and caution."

Her father takes a glance at his watch and mutters, "Man, time flies when you're working." He looks back at her and adds, "It's pretty late. You should probably head to your room and get some rest. I still have some work to finish up, so I'll be here for a bit longer." He looks around the lab, his gaze lingering on various equipment and documents that need his attention. He adds, "But don't wait up for me, I'll lock up the lab and come to your room later."

She nods in agreement and responds, "Okay, I'll head to my room. I guess you'll be busy working for a while?" Her tone is slightly tentative, still curious about the work her father is going to do, but she knows it's best to respect his space and let him focus on his tasks.

As she turns to head for the door, her father nods in acknowledgment. He gives her a quick smile and says, "That's right, get some rest. I won't be much longer, and I'll be sure to lock up everything once I'm done." He turns back to the lab, already lost in thought, thinking of the tasks awaiting him.

She watches her father for a moment, his mind already immersed in his work. She can see the determination and focus on his face as he mentally prepares for the tasks ahead. She smiles slightly, knowing that her father is dedicated to his work, and says, "Okay, I'll see you later then." She then turns and exits the lab, heading towards her room.

With her departure, her father is left alone in the lab, his attention fully directed towards his work. The room falls quiet, except for the soft hum of machinery and the occasional shuffling of papers. Her father takes a moment to arrange his thoughts and then dives fully into his task, his mind completely focused on the work at hand.

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As YN leaves the lab and heads towards her room, her thoughts are swirling with excitement and curiosity. The time machine is real, and it's right there in the lab. She still can't believe it, even after hearing her father's explanation and seeing the machine itself. All these thoughts and questions fill her mind, and she can hardly wait to tell someone about it. But then she remembers her promise to her father, and all her excitement is tinged with a hint of disappointment.

She sighs slightly as she enters her room, closing the door behind her. The promise she made to her father echoes in her mind. She can't tell anyone about the time machine or her family's involvement in it. Even her friends won't be able to know, and her excitement is now tempered with a sense of frustration and disappointment. She sits down on her bed, her mind still filled with thoughts of the machine and the secrets surrounding it.

Despite the late hour, her mind is still active with thoughts of the time machine, her father's explanations, and the secrets it seems to hold. She lies back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, and lets her mind wander. Her thoughts drift to the risks and dangers her father mentioned, the possibility of being stranded in another time period, and the importance of the bracelet to return safely.

YN's mind wanders to the dangerous and unknown possibilities of time travel. As she ponders the safety and risks, she asks herself,

"What if I get stuck in a time period?"

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Within the stifling confines of an overly crowded college classroom, the relentless ticking of the clock echoed like a metronome, each passing second stretching out interminably. Y/N, found herself writhing restlessly in her seat, her mind preoccupied with an incessant count of the moments that separated her from the merciful conclusion of the tedious history lesson.

The Professor, his voice as dry as an archaic tome, droned on incessantly about the intricacies of historical events. The class, their dwindling attention spans in stark contrast to the professor's unwavering oratory, strained to keep their focus engaged.

Despite the significant privilege of having a renowned scientist for a father, Y/N had never thrived as a standout student. Rather than distinguishing herself with exceptional abilities, she had consistently settled into the realm of averageness. This disparity between her family background and her scholastic accomplishments had left Y/N grappling with a nagging sense of mediocrity, a perpetual disappointment to her esteemed father.

It is true that Y/N's father held an admiring affection for her, not seeking to change her or impose his expectations upon her intellectual pursuits. His love for her remained steadfast, grounded in acceptance instead of pressuring her to conform to the high academic expectations often associated with her family's legacy. He understood her innate abilities and respected her individual journey, allowing her to find her path without the burden of familial pressure or the need to live up to his scientific accolades.

As the history lesson persisted, an air of restlessness settled over Y/N. The relentless narrative about the 17th-century Korean king Jeon Jungkook, as depicted by the lecturer, seemed to wear out her patience. The unending barrage of historical facts and anecdotes left her mind in a haze, struggling to maintain focus in the increasingly claustrophobic classroom. The teacher's monotonous voice echoed in her ears, as she found herself increasingly yearning for the liberty of her own thoughts and imagination.

With a frustrated groan, Y/N found herself grappling with the relevance of the lecturer's discourse about the king who ruled in the 17th century and had four wives. Her thoughts raced, questioning the practical value of such historical trivia. "What use is this information to me?" she pondered in her mind. "How will learning about this king's numerous wives benefit me in any way?" The nagging question persisted, adding to her growing sense of boredom with the lesson.

Y/N felt a pang of disgust as she absorbed the information that the king in question had married the four women solely for strategic reasons to expand his empire. It smacked of a disregard for the women's individuality and left a bitter taste in her mouth. "How cheap," she thought. "He just used them as pawns in his political machinations, ruining their lives in the process." The revelation deepened her disdain for the historical figure and further diminished her interest in the lecture.

She was a firm believer in the equality of genders and found it absurd that a man could exploit women in the name of politics and power. Her feminist values flared at the unfairness of the situation. She glanced at the other students, wondering if they shared her indignation or if they were merely passively absorbing the lecture without questioning the ethical implications. In her mind, it was unjust and unfair for the king to treat his consorts as mere assets in his conquest for an empire.

Y/N felt a surge of anger as she cursed the 17th-century king for his callous treatment of the four women he married. Her thoughts drifted to the possibilities if the king were in her current era. "If that king were here, I'd give him a piece of my mind for ruining those women's lives," she muttered to herself. "It's unacceptable how he used them solely for his own ambitions. Such behavior deserves nothing less than condemnation."

As Y/N rolled her eyes, she suddenly remembered that the king she had been mentally rebuking died a long time ago. She chuckled quietly to herself, realizing the absurdity of her momentary vexation over a historical figure. "Well, it's not like he can hear me anyway," she whispered to herself. "He's been gone for centuries. Why am I getting worked up over someone who's been dead for ages?"

She allowed herself a small chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, seething with indignation over a long-dead king, and to what end? He was long gone, and her ire could achieve nothing but empty frustration. Y/N shook her head, letting the realization sink in. "I should focus on the present," she thought to herself. "Getting riled up over a historical figure serves no purpose." With that, she took a deep breath and refocused her attention on the ongoing lecture, trying to push aside her irrational anger.

As the bell signaling the end of the lecture rang, Y/N heaved a sigh of relief, grateful to be finally released from the stifling classroom and the endless barrage of historical facts. She quickly gathered her belongings, eager to escape the clutches of historical monotony. With a mix of excitement and exhaustion, she prepared herself to meet her friends, longing for some lighthearted conversation and relaxation after the draining lesson.

As Y/N strolled towards the canteen, a sense of anticipation filled her. She knew that her friends would already have arrived, securing a table for their usual gathering. The thought of their presence lifted her spirits and added a skip to her step. As she approached the canteen, her eyes scanned the area until she spotted her friends seated at their usual spot, beckoning her to join them with excited waves of their hands.

As Y/N took her place among her friends, Lilly, one of them, jokingly teased, "Well, look who finally decided to join us." A playful smirk danced on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with friendly banter. The others chuckled, joining in on the light-hearted ribbing. Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance as she responded good-naturedly, "Hey, cut me some slack. That lecture was more boring than watching paint dry."

Y/N retorted with a mock-exasperated tone, "You know I had to suffer through that tedious history lecture. It was like being trapped in a time warp, listening to stories about ancient kings and their pointless love lives. I swear, if I have to hear the phrase '17th-century king' one more time, I might just fall into a boredom-induced coma."

Her friends laughed, enjoying the banter. "Poor Y/N, subjected to the ultimate torture: history lectures," Lilly teased, feigning sympathy.

Mike chimed in with a touch of sarcasm, his tone dripping with mock enthusiasm. "Oh, absolutely. Listening to lectures about ancient kings was a positively thrilling experience. Hearing about dusty old rulers and their numerous wives was the pinnacle of entertainment. I mean, who wouldn't be riveted by tales of conquest and matrimonial escapades from centuries ago?" His friends couldn't help but chuckle at his exaggerated response, appreciating his attempt at humor.

Y/N rolled her eyes, the dull monotony of the previous history lecture still lingering in her mind. Frustration bubbled within her, and she couldn't help but respond with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, yes, because dissecting the romantic escapades of a 17th-century king is just what I dream of doing in my free time. Why study anything interesting or contemporary when we can immerse ourselves in the love life of a dusty old monarch? Obviously, that's the epitome of intellectual pursuits."

Sarah, always quick with a witty remark, chimed in, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "It must have been exhausting trying to stay awake through all those royal court shenanigans. I mean, who wouldn't struggle to keep their eyelids open while listening to endless tales of extravagant balls, political intrigues, and, of course, the king's multiple love affairs?"

The group chuckled at Sarah's words, appreciating her wit. Even Y/N couldn't help but crack a small smile, knowing that her friends were just teasing her. She took a brief moment to collect herself before firing back with a playful glare, "Yeah, it was like witnessing a real-life slow-motion catastrophe. Each minute felt like an eternity, and every word from the lecturer's mouth was a direct attack on my will to stay conscious."

Jason, who had been listening to the banter intently, suddenly interjected with a smile. Sensing that Y/N might be growing tired of discussing ancient kings and their love lives, he redirected the conversation. "Right, enough about the dusty old rulers. Let's talk about more exciting things—your 21st birthday plan. Have you got something extraordinary in mind to make it a night to remember?"

Y/N felt a bit flustered and instinctively scratched the back of her neck, recalling the recent dinner with her family. Her mother had inquired about her birthday plans, and just like then, Y/N had no satisfactory answer to give. She turned to her friends and confessed, "Oh, you know, my mom asked me the same thing last night. To be honest, I haven't given it much thought yet."

The friends looked at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. Mike couldn't help but tease, "Ah, still no plan? Come on, Y/N! You're turning 21—a milestone!"

Lilly chimed in, a hint of urgency in her voice, "Y/N, you know your birthday is only two days away, right? You can't leave planning until the last minute!"

Y/N felt a pang of guilt, realizing that her friends were right. Two days didn't leave much time for planning a celebration. She sheepishly admitted, "Right, I guess I've been a bit too lax about it. I've got to pull something together quickly, huh?" The realization that her 21st birthday was fast approaching dawned on Y/N, and she admitted feeling a pang of guilt. Her friends' words echoed in her mind, reminding her that time was running out to plan an unforgettable celebration. With a hint of sheepish expression, she confessed, "You know, you're right. I guess I've been a bit too laid back about it. I've only got two days, and I still haven't figured anything out. I really need to step up my game if I want to make this birthday celebration worthwhile."

Mike, always ready for a joke, couldn't resist adding a lighthearted jab. He chuckled, "Well, Y/N, procrastination is a true art form. You've mastered the skill of leaving things until the last moment."

Y/N rolled her eyes, half-annoyed but also amused. She shot a playful glare at Mike before replying, "Trust me, I'm an expert in the art of procrastination. It's a finely honed skill, a talent I've sharpened over the years."

Jason, always the voice of reason, chimed in curiously, "Y/N, have you ever experienced the thrill of clubbing? It's a popular way to celebrate milestones, especially your 21st birthday. Have you ever found yourself amidst flashing lights and thumping music, dancing the night away?"

Y/N pondered for a moment, contemplating her past experiences. She replied, her voice tinged with a hint of guilt, "Well, to be honest, I've never been to a club before. It's not that I'm against the idea, it's just that I've never had the chance or a reason to go. So, no, I haven't had the club experience yet."

Jason, his confidence growing, shared an intriguing proposal with a grin. "You know, my father is a well-connected politician, and as such, he has access to numerous perks. I'm fairly certain I can arrange something special for your birthday – a VIP booth in the hottest club around town. Just imagine the exclusive atmosphere, the opulent setting, and the sense of privilege it'll provide. It'll be the perfect place to celebrate your milestone birthday and make lasting memories. What do you think, Y/N?"

Mike raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "VIP booth, huh? Sounds fancy. Your dad's connections really come in handy, eh, Jason?"

The prospect of a VIP booth in a club left Y/N both excited and apprehensive. While the idea of a lavish experience was tempting, she couldn't shake off the concern about the potential cost. She responded with a mix of curiosity and caution, "So, a VIP booth, huh? That does sound amazing and very exclusive. But aren't those things usually quite expensive?"

Jason, sensing her financial concern, reassured her confidently, "Don't worry about the cost. Being the son of a politician has its perks – one of which is the ability to negotiate and get great deals. Plus, it'll be my treat. Consider it my gift to you for your 21st birthday."

Lilly rolled her eyes dramatically, a familiar reaction to Sarah's quips. The group chuckled at their banter, used to the back-and-forth between them. Y/N cracked a smile, enjoying the banter and banter that had become a staple in their group interactions. Mike couldn't help but chime in with a lighthearted jab. "Oh, here we go again. The never-ending banter between Lilly and Sarah."

Lilly, not wanting to focus entirely on Sarah's quip, redirected the conversation back to Y/N. With an air of excitement, she reminded her, "Hey, Y/N, just a friendly reminder that in just two days' time, you'll be entering a new chapter of your life. Turning 21 is a big milestone! Are you ready for it?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions at Lilly's words. There was a sense of anticipation and uncertainty about what lay ahead. "Well, I guess I am. But, to be honest, it's a bit overwhelming. I mean, everything is about to change. No more underage limits, more responsibilities... It's both exciting and scary."

The group chuckled at Y/N's honest admission. Mike quipped, "Ah, the thrill of newfound freedom and the weight of responsibility – talk about a package deal!"

Sarah chimed in with a smirk, teasing Y/N, "Welcome to adulting – where you can legally drink but still need to buy your own toilet paper. Enjoy!"

The group erupted into laughter at Sarah's snarky comment. Sarah's wit had struck again, lightening the mood with her dry humor. Y/N couldn't help but laugh too, realizing that her friends' playful banter was their way of easing her nervousness about turning 21.
The group continued their conversation, their laughter and banter flowing seamlessly. Despite the initial focus on Y/N's 21st birthday plans, the discussion veered off into various topics, from lighthearted anecdotes to silly jokes. The playful banter and camaraderie among the friends created a warm, relaxed atmosphere.

Just two more days to go…