Eloise had coughed between the last words and now she had a coughing attack and Rose delicately but resolutely took the cigarette out of her hand. "You're poisoning yourself, silly. Stop now, we're four squares away from the café; Ollie messaged me just now, he went with Tommy, and they are already there. How unromantic, girls late for their date because they're gossiping about another man!" she shook her head reproachfully at Eloise and threw the cigarette on a trash can the moment she found one. "Oh, I agree. Let's walk the rest of the way in silence" Eloise said calmly.
Rose made a face by her back and then said, bootlicking, "Dearie, don't sulk... I meant we were unromantic, but there isn't anything bad on hearing a love story. Continue yours, please. But stop smoking. You know your Tommy wouldn't like it, he loves your pretty lungs; and what's over them too, I suppose" "I saw your face by my back, sly girl" Eloise teased her. "And what the hell did you just say? Was that an elegant way of talking about your best friend's breasts?"
"No, I'm sorry for my boldness, lady" said Rose with a smirk, nibbing naughtily Eloise's breast with her long nails. The two of them started a ridiculous pinching fight that lasted all street long, and in the corner, Rose stopped laughing and said, "But what about Mike? Did he touch his Cindy's breast too?"
Eloise looked at her reproachfully. "Oh, I don't remember. I mean, I have no idea. Maybe that pervert of my admitted boyfriend may give you such details" "I'd die before asking him, I'm not pick-me girl like you. Stop using strange words to mean your Tommy as if he wasn't yours... it's so odd, Eloise van Gogh!"
Rose elbowed her softly.
"Rose, you're a bitch" declared Eloise.
"You're a bitch too, Eloise" Rose replied funnily.
But gentlemen – different from absent-minded Eloise, who was exactly thinking about a dog crossing the road and about a dress she had bought the day before in a chic store, Rose was serious under that fake smile.
Rose's eyes sparkled.
