Eve would suck at that job. Very much so. Judging by what had happened with Savannah - and even though they ended up kind of on good terms - she was no good at giving advice; and she wasn't as good at cheering people up as she thought she was.
"Sounds great, but I would suck at it." Then again, she was good at what she wanted to do; that was good enough.
When Eve looked up again, she gasped. She looked at her drink - the ice wasn't entirely melted. How could this be? "It hasn't been hours since we've been here, right?" She asked, freaked out.