T u e s d a y , J u n e 2 1
- 5:10 pm -
" So how was work, my darling? "
" Ri, please stop acting like my mom. "
The two girls are on their lunch breaks and are currently munching on some delicious burgers at Islands.
" Sorry babe. Just curious. Sounds like you had a rough time at work. "
" Well kinda. Would've been better if the fuckboys just stayed away from my personal bubble. "
" Whoa there. You encountered another set of guys?! Girl, you're like a babe magnet. I would die to be in your spot. "
"Ew. Trust me, you wouldn't. "
" Were the dudes hot at least? "
" No. "
" On second thought, I don't think I should trust your opinion because you obviously can't tell whether a guy is hot or not. You always reply with the same answer. "
" Whatever. I can't deny the truth."
Riley shrugs.
" But next time you encounter guys, call me. I'm always one store down. "
The door swings open and a familiar pair walks through the entrance.
" Speaking of fuckboys... "
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That Vans Chick
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