Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts
"Is Claire here?"
Another woman approached, she was a lot shorter and thicker but also a lot lighter than Amamiya-san, her honey toasted skin and grey eyes screamed Claire's mom. Her hair was arranged into mature puffs, that front of her hair had been neatly jelled back and she wore big hoop earrings. She smiled at us in greeting but then her smile dropped, she whipped her head in the direction of Amamiya-san and screamed.
"Uh-uh, NO! I know you did not just-"