Jake walked in from his shift at the sports store, holding a six-pack of soda. “What’s the panic?”
“That’s not true,” Jenny said. But she smiled a little. american english file 1 third edition
Rob was on the couch, holding his phone above his head like he was trying to catch a butterfly. “No. No Wi-Fi, no 5G, nothing. It’s like the whole building forgot to pay the internet bill.” Jake walked in from his shift at the
Jenny sat at the small kitchen table. Her laptop was open to File 8A (“I’d like to speak to the manager”). She had a test tomorrow. But she wasn’t studying. She was staring at her phone. american english file 1 third edition