THE HAPPIEST GIRL | JENLISA

Chapter 10

Jennie

To say the dinner with Lisa, her mom, and Hyun-suk was awful would be an understatement. Maybe I'm overreacting, but it was pretty bad. I don't think I even got to say more than five words during the dinner, aside from telling the waitress my order. The whole dinner was spent having Hyun-suk and Sandra talk about business involving Lisa while I awkwardly picked at the grilled chicken and veggies on my plate. Then, majority of the time, Lisa kept shooting me apologetic glances from across the table. I've never wanted to escape a dinner more in my life than last night.

The last half of the dinner, I sat there having a mental war inside my head of whether to politely excuse myself and leave or sit through more torture. I ended up staying for numerous reasons, even though I know for a fact they wouldn't miss me or notice I was gone. One, I didn't want Lisa to feel worse about this more than she probably already did; two, I didn't want to seem rude, especially in front of my bosses; and three, I couldn't find an appropriate time to cut into their intense business conversation.

Finally, when the torture was over, Lisa insisted on paying the bill and we headed back to our rooms. Well, me back to mine and them to Lisa's to discuss further business. As soon as I get to my room and plop down on the bed my phone dings, signalling a new email.

Lisa: I'm so sorry! I had no clue they were going to show up. I'll make it up to you, I swear!

I let out a sigh and run my fingers through my hair. How do I respond to that?

Jennie: You don't have to make up anything to me. It's ok, promise.

It was ok. Even though the dinner was awful, I know it wasn't her fault.

Lisa: Scouts honour?

She replies, mocking me from when we first met.

Jennie: If there was a scout's honour hand solute emoji I would totally send it to you right now.

Lisa: They should get on that. I mean, it would be way more useful than these stupid, useless things.

She replies, attaching the various different sizes of the black and grey square emoji's. I let out a chuckle and we continue a mindless conversation about emoji's for the rest of the night over email. The next morning, I end up sleeping in an extra fifteen minutes, deciding to wake up Lisa first and then grab breakfast while she gets ready to go to the second day of rehearsals.

Once I'm out of the shower, I decide on a flowy, maroon top with some jeans and sneakers. I was going to wear my white pants, but the incident from yesterday is still too fresh for me to want to attempt to wear them again.

At 7:56 a.m., I grab my phone and room key and go to the door, ready to walk down the hall to wake Lisa. When I open my door I nearly have a heart attack because Lisa is right there looking like she was about to knock on my door. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I screech, clutching my hand to my chest in attempt to slow my heart rate.

"Sorry!" she says, eyes wide, in shock herself.

"What are you doing here?" I question, letting out a few pants as my heart rate starts to go back to normal.

"I was wondering if you wanted to do breakfast together... you know... to make up for last night." she says, rocking on her feet and cupping her hand around the back of her neck.

"Oh." I say, not expecting that. "Really, you don't have to make anything up to me." I say honestly.

"I know, but I want to. Last night was..." she trails off, trying to find the right word.