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"When I'll be fine, I'll get him some underwear. The guy's so dirty. The day he asked to sit beside me for lectures, I freaked." I couldn't keep suppressing the laughter.

She was making a turn and cursed a kid who tried overtaking her with a bicycle.

"Milia, this mall stuff isn't necessary. I mean, it's just a treat with my boyfriend who's seen me in all sorts of clothing. Even naked."

"Ew. Thank me later."

She scoffed, ignoring the second statement. "The day you'll have your first sex, I'll be here. Sit at the door of the school restrooms, preventing a long line of termites from using them."

"Uh. Cheesy."

"And when you're towards orgasm, I'll--"

"Elsa, Jesus."

"What? I'm taking you to future reality." She pulled into the parking lot. "Ethan likes to sign off his property."

"Means he has many. I'm not ready for any signature."

"You love him?" She pulled the brakes.

I shrugged. A part of me wanted to say yes, but the other part wasn't very sure if I did.

Elsa kept on ranting about everything and anything as we walked inside. I didn't care about the glances because I was in fits of laughter that I couldn't take in all at once.

"So, Milia Harte, why are we even here?"

"To get a dress, duh."

"A dress?"

"Yeah. Mustn't be classic and formal. Just a dress. As you wish."

"I just like short skirts."

"Then find one."

We walked through each row, looking at clothes that could match in the least. When we found a grey, very short skirt, and a white off-shoulder, she decided to try it.

"Okay. But you're coming with me to the dressing room. No questions."

"No is going to do."

"Mily, we've hung out together now for 3 weeks and you should know, that I don't take no for an answer. Tony always watches me dress, so you'll do the same."

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

"Where'd you meet Tony?"

"At a nightclub. I was a bartender there." She motioned for me to help her hook the top. "We played a game. These high school stuff. What was that? Yeah. Truth or Dare."

"When was that?"

"About 5 years ago. Highschool." She pulled down her sweatpants to put on the skirt.

"What happened?"

"FBI."

"I'm aware."

"I lap-danced on him. Until his boner was poking into my--"

"Elsa." I rolled my eyes.

"We had sex after that. We became sex buddies." She let out a breath. "Then to best friends. He asked me out 2 years later."

"Uhn. Nice for a love story. Oh, this skirt's so nice on you." She shook her waist at the comment, looking into the full mirror. "One of the most meaningful things you've ever realized since I knew you."

I giggled. "If I'm appreciating it's because I'm not a fan of short skirts. I have few that I rarely wear."

"When I'm dying you'll wear that."