The next morning, Eve sat on the living room couch.
She wore her fuzzy blue pajama set. It had a pattern of cute white rabbits. Feet up on the tan cushion, she rested a bowl of cereal on one knee. The sun peeked behind the yellow curtains. Nothing played on tv.
It was a quiet Sunday.
Andie entered the doorway. She tied her dirty blonde hair in her signature messy bun. Unlike Eve, she wore a gray tank top with a pair of yoga pants. Her hands carried a tray of breakfast food. It contained two steaming mugs of coffee, a basket of breadsticks and a saucer of butter.
Instead of breakfast, it was more like an after breakfast snack.
"Still worried?" She asked, setting the tray on the coffee table. She plopped herself on the couch and bit on a breadstick. "You know nothing good is going to happen if you keep worrying, right?"
Eve stirred her chocolate malt cereal. The milk had darkened from the cereal's flavor. She loved to drink it when she finished the grains. Now, she didn't seem up for it. "I know I'm probably overreacting but I can suddenly lose my job from this."
Andie shrugged, feeling the opposite. She had full confidence in the plan. "Even if you do, you have enough money for your sisters' to finish high school. Think of it as early savings. I mean, you'd still find another job. It's not the end of the world."
"I know," Eve lamented. She scooped out a spoon of cereal and ate it. "I can still feel bad about it."
"Suit yourself," her best friend chuckled. Her eyes fluttered as she smirked. "I wouldn't mind if you lost your job. I'd just look forward to you becoming a full-time model."
Eve kicked her thigh.
Andie doubled over laughing. She wrapped an arm around her stomach, still holding the breadstick. Her throat became hoarse. She had heard the story last night but found it just as funny!
Her stormy blue eyes flickered to her best friend. They crinkled at the corners and shined amusedly. "I can't wait to see that campaign! I'd hunt down every Athon store even if you don't tell me which one."
"There's only one Athon store in the city." Eve frowned.
"They do have consignment in some malls." Andie pointed out, the pitch of her voice rising higher by the end, "But thank you for narrowing it down for me."
She leaned on the backrest and finished her breadstick. "It's funny how you ended up in the industry after you rejected a previous recruitment."
Eve rolled her eyes. "That guy looked shady. Besides, I'm a business major. Modelling doesn't last for a long time. I already got the degree. Might as well make use of it."
She put the spoon between her lips, pressing them together. At the time, she couldn't rely on unstable income. She wanted something more safe and more concrete. She needed a constant flow of money.
Modelling had risks she couldn't afford if she failed.
Andie took her mug of coffee. It had more cream compared to Eve's. One side, the peach porcelain had full color drawings of cactuses. On the other, it had black cursive letters that read,
'Don't be a prick.'
It was love at first sight.
"When do you have to log in to the site?" She asked, sipping the warm beverage. The creamy and sweet caffeine delighted her taste buds. "Do you need to wear that wig when you chat?"
Eve knitted her brows. She ate the last of her cereal and stirred the leftover chocolate milk. "Why would I need to do that when he won't see my face?"
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