Days Go By: Life over 18

Afternoons in Burrough

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The four girls were now tearing through the city, just watching the scenery, except for Trisha who was driving. They all had different things to think about.

Cynthia was already coming up with a bucket list. Joining the sororities, having parties, it was practically endless. Though she had to take care of herself. No drugs. She knew that. That and her mother wouldn't get enough of it.

Ida was planning to join the basketball team. Hopefully, there might be another thing she could be good at. Not a lot of 'hand' games were famous in the college. She didn't know much about baseball and American football sounded a bit too rough. Not that she wouldn't consider playing it at any point.

Anita was figuring out how she would start out in college. She didn't know anybody and trusting people would be so much harder given what she bothered to hear on the grapevine. That was why she suggested that they stick together. She had nobody else to lean on. And Jemma's words were bound to come to pass. Anything could happen.

Trisha was a bit uneasy concerning their first encounter with the two girls. Yeah, they seemed okay, apart from the fact that the first thing they did was push Anita at the terminal. Was Anita sure of her choice of friends?

"Um, Anita, just where exactly are we going?" asked Cynthia, finally breaking the ice for a conversation for she hated awkward silence.

"Oh, we're going to Rosita's Café. It's not really far from where we live," Anita replied, kind of missing the calm silence.

"Although the reason she chose that place is up for investigation," said Trisha.

"Come on! At least her food is awesome and affordable!" Anita whined.

[Food and cheap things. Don't be surprised about you birthday gifts, fam.]

"Why? What's wrong with that place?" asked Ida.

"It's the owner, Rosita," Trisha said. "She hates millennials."

"Does she think we have a plague or something?" Said Ida.

"In a way," Anita continued. "She thinks we are degrading society. That we are the 'catalyst that brings about the regression of the hard working world'."

"She's single, isn't she?" Asked Cynthia blatantly.

"Married," said Anita.

"Trish, you've seen her husband?" Cynthia asked again. "How is he on a scale of 1 to 10?"

"Why ask me that? They're twice our age!" Asked a baffled Trisha.

"First of all, Anita's tastes are questionable," said Ida.

"That is true," Anita seconded casually.

"And secondly, I'm pretty sure you've scaled male singers like this so this may not be so different," said Ida.

"Fine," Trisha sighed. "He should be a 4 at best but should be a 6 by her standards."

"Ooh, that's sad. What about his ass?" asked Cynthia.

"Why in the holy world would I want to look at his butt?"

"Curiosity?" Cynthia tried to find out.

"Hey, I've realized Trisha has a pretty clean mouth," Ida noted.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Asked Cynthia.