Giselle Monét "I'm really glad you agreed to dinner girl." Jazmin smiled, picking up her greasy pizza.
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I put my hand up, signaling for her to hold on as I swallowed my last piece of pepperoni pizza. "It's definitely no problem at all. How are you liking it?"
She nodded, smiling slightly. "It's cool, cool. You know we have the same dance instructor?"
Before I could respond, the door chimed signaling that someone had walked inside of the small restaurant.
Satinia, with her bright and acknowledging spirit made her way over towards the table where Jazmin and I were sitting at.
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I smiled as we both stood to greet her with a warm hug. "How are you two beautiful young women doing today?" She cheesed brightly, removing her hand bag from off of her caramel colored arm.
I shrugged. "I can't complain." Jazmin agreed. "How are you?" She asked. "You seem in a good mood this evening?"
Satinia moved her lips to the side and smiled. "Life is just great." She commented.
We laughed at her dramatic personality and began to talk about the vigorous intensive schedule we had coming up soon.
"I wish I had the same dance instructor as you two. They probably did that on purpose, leaving me out." Satinia shook her head, biting down on her vegetarian pizza.
"So do I!" Jazmin pouted. "We'll still see each other a lot though, especially during our down time you know?"
"I know. It's just that-" She sighed, trying to figure out how to best word her situation, so I assumed. "My dance instructor in whom is Mrs. Vilota seems so... I don't know." She stopped trying. "She's weird." Satinia simply stated.
"What race is she?" I asked, curiously. "European." Satinia responded.
Jazmin's eyebrows rose. "Well, that's different." She slightly laughed. "In Europe, they dance much different than here in the United States. Like the Baroque, or the Quadrille. Kind of medieval like. Does she even know what she's doing?" Jazmin ranted.
