Jennie
Joy has always been quite the athlete, and I attribute this to her relentless stamina. She can run around in heels for hours without tiring while I'm constantly dragging ass even with my sneakers on. But to be fair, my feet still hurt from the past two days.
Naturally, Joy doesn't care.
"Holy cow, I'm getting a massive stitch in my side. Would you slow the fuck down?"
She shoots me an incredulous look. "Can you not even walk from one side of the mall to the other without having an asthma attack? Are you still seeing Roberto?"
Roberto was my personal trainer for... well, four days. After that week of pure, agonizing torture, I inconspicuously avoided all his calls and started taking the long way to work to avoid driving by the gym.
"Sometimes. Maybe," I answer evasively. She cocks an eyebrow at me. "Okay, fine. I ditched him. You happy?"
"Why the hell would I be happy? You're slowing us down. If you were still seeing him you'd be able to keep up."
"Joy, he had me do this leg push thing, and I swear both my ass cheeks had a seizure. It just wasn't worth it."
"Well, Mino and I have started jogging on the marina in the morning. You should come with us!"
"What time?"
"Six o'clock."
"Are you kidding me? I can't wake up that early."
"We both have to be at work at eight. It's not like we have much of a choice. And it'll make you feel better."
"Sleeping in makes me feel better..."
"Just go to bed thirty minutes earlier. I mean, what have you been doing lately besides staying up watching Lost reruns?"
I know she doesn't mean to be offensive, but I can't help but feel a tad bit wounded by her statement.
"I do stuff," I say defensively.
The bitch acts surprised. "Oh? Like what?"
"For your information, I've gone out the past two weekends in a row." Ha, take that!
"Who'd you go out with this weekend?" she asks, confused. She already knows about my play date with Mino and Jisoo last week.
"A friend. Rosé," I vaguely reply.
"Who's Rosé?"
"A friend."
"Yeah, I got that. How did you meet?"
"Um, a friend of a friend." Shit. This is not what I want to be thinking about right now. "She's Jisoo's new boyfriend's friend's sister."
Joy scrunches up her nose at my words as we enter the next boutique, aka certified torture chamber. "Who is Jisoo seeing now?"
"His name's Hae-in. They've only been dating a week or so."
"Is he nice?"
"Yeah, he is. Jisoo really seems to like him." Lalala... do not think about Lisa...
"That's good. She's just so damn picky, you know? I swear George Clooney could ask her out tomorrow and she'd find something wrong with the man."
"Yeah, well, she just knows what she wants," I say impassively. I look at an ugly green dress, struggling to keep my attention on anything except him.
A salesman comes to help us just as Joy is thrusting a petite yellow dress my way. It's pretty, but so was the dress I found at the last place we visited, yet Joy insisted we "check every store to make sure there's nothing better."
The salesman, by name of Luke on his name tag, gives me a quick once-over. "Ah, yes. I know just the thing for you. We just got in a whole shipment of dresses from Alberto Makali." He leads us towards the back and presents us with six different dresses. Yasmine's eyes light up like it's the second coming of Christ.
"She'll try them all on," she breathes excitedly.
Great.
