They were roaming the empty dark hallways looking for another good spot for the next part of their video. Flaca was studying angles, while Maritza was busy checking their comments.
"Those people again; #showyourtitsmaritz," she scoffed. "Why ain't they asking you, they're so much better."
"What?" Flaca paused her mental calculations and stared at her.
"Duh," she waved off, as if it was self-explanatory.
"No, I don't get it chiquita," she touched her elbow to make her turn.
"I mean they're so much rounder and, fuller," gesturing eloquently.
She shook her head perplexed, "So what? Some girls are bigger than others, don't mean nothing."
Maritza went back to the screen, pursing her lips. "Flac you said it too, I should probably get fake tits."
"What, when? What are you saying??" she frowned.
Maritza eyed her, "Valentine's, ugh."
"Valentine's?" That felt like falling down the rabbit hole and landing in a puzzling place. "...OMG we were joking! Did you take it seriously?" her eyes widened comically.
"And I saw you with McCullough, you really appreciated her set," Maritza continued.
"So what? There are different sets and they can all be nice sets."
She shook her head "Yeah, whatever" and was about to get back to her phone but Flaca grabbed it from her and pocketed it. "Hey!" she protested.
Her tall friend put both hands on her shoulders and made her stop against the wall. "No no no girl, are you for real?? I mean have you seen yourself? Because I have and they're all, like, perky and sweet and perfectly proportioned."
An eyebrow rose. "Flaca that's cute and all, but let's face it, this is not what dreams are made of," she pointed at her chest. "This, however," she went on hotly, as the tip of her index pushed on the other's left boob, "is where faces wish to sink in to choke and die happy."
Flaca was left speechless and just examined her for a moment.
"You're crazy."
She shook herself and noticed that the library was just a few meters away. Clutching Maritza's arm, she dragged her into it. "Hey! What're you doing?!"
"Sssh!"
"What, why, there's no one here!"
"It's a library!"
"Pfft," she snorted.
Flaca left her hand as they stopped in one of the aisles. It was almost dark, but there was some moonlight coming in from the large windows and filtering through the bookcases. "You really think that?"
"What?"
"About -" she indicated. Maritza's eyes dropped there.
"Well obviously. I mean I'm not blind."
Flaca looked at her. "Yours are beautiful too y'know, no kidding," she gave a little encouraging smile. "Not for choking maybe, but for, like, taking them in your hands and squeezing and just feeling all of them with your palms and fingers," she mused, stopped, and blushed a little. "Sorry."
Now it was Maritza's turn to be lost for words.
She breathed deeply. "Thanks. It's been so long I don't feel so great sometimes."
"What no! With all the lezzies and guards attention, you shouldn't."
"Yeah, but it's lezzies and stupid guards y'know, they'd jump anything, and what do they know of beauty."
