Calloway's Wealth

Wilson

Georgia kept staring at me as we made our way down the street, trying to hunt down her driver. I tried not to feel self-conscious, but it was hard not to. I wasn't used to being so... decked out. And it also kind of irritated me that she hadn't stared at me before I'd gotten all dolled up, but even I could begrudgingly admit that I'd gone from a solid six to a ten with my new makeover.

"Why don't we just take the subway?" I suggested, turning back to frown at her and catching her ogling me again.

She coughed a bit and placed a hand over her eyes to shade them from the sun as she looked around for her driver.

"Were you aware that about fifteen percent of the air you breathe in on the subway is actually skin particles? And not just from exposed skin. From the whole body."

"How in the world do you know that?"

"I like to read," she answered. "It was in a study of the metro back in 2008."

She didn't seem like the type of person to read. But it kind of explained how she knew such ran