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LAYLA

SATURDAY

21/60

“Bella.”

I coil my hands, creating a cloth around my chest. I set aside to allow my best friend in. She exhales dramatically before proceeding inside.

“I didn't give fashion advice, so I suppose the date wasn't a complete mess?”

Eye roll. We spent some time in his room after that make-out session. He mostly did the talking. High school. Business school. I almost fell asleep resting my head over his shoulder, and then he offered to drive me home, but I insisted on going back myself.

Part of me thought that was his way of asking for an invitation to come over. I prefer not to dwell on that part.

“It went horribly, Bells. I’m hopeless without you.”

I head to my kitchen for a cup of coffee, not expecting to be up at eleven in the morning.

“As expected, now tell me you at least got what you came from?”

I shrug, feigning ignorance. Bella grunts and then lifts both hands. I cover my lips with the edge of the cup, concealing a tiny smirk.

“Come on Layla, don’t