"Really, Jez, it's taking you FOREVER to get ready. It's only the cafe. Sheesh!"
Jezebel Rose McClarin, known to her friends simply as Jez (and her relatives, when she saw them, as Rose) turned from the mirror and fixed her glare on the cute blond in the doorway.
"But Mica, HE might be there"
"Heteros. Ha, I'll never understand your obsession with makeup. Really, hon, your stunning just the way you are, and we're late already. You KNOW how much Adria hates it when we're late. And you still have to put your boots on. Do me a favor. Wear the ones that only go halfway up your calf, or we'll be here all night".
"Yeah, whatever. Fine, I'll go barefoot." Jez picked up a hairbrush and used it to stroke her long, black hair into some kind of order.
"Nah, just put them on in the car. Now let's go! That's them in the driveway!" Mica grabbed Jez's arm and pulled her anxiously out of the bathroom and out the front door. Back to my short stories and snippets page Back to my writing page Back to my main page.
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