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I cast a mocking look at Luciana, and she corresponded with a slight roll of her eyes. Jordana noticed our expressions and released a muxoxo, gesturing with her shoulders and deciding that our presence was not worthy of her attention. We weren't there for more than a few minutes and her blonde hair was already starting to fall out of the bun, and I thought this should be one of the problems of having very straight hair. Discreetly, I raised one hand and lightly groped my own bun, where the frizzy threads were still very firm and smoothed for my long hours using a flat iron to discipline it.

Some customers spent asking for information, and time went by as Luciana told about a more than unexpected gossip, and Jordana made a point of starting to get the same side we were on, just to be able to hear and participate in the conversation. It didn't take long for Jordana to complain again about how much she was unnecessarily getting dirty in that corridor, and curse anyone who wanted to hear