nineteen and unravelling
"She's a lot, isn't she?"
Malik turned his head slowly. Talia was standing there, her skates resting smoothly on the linoleum, her long legs crossed. She had her hair down, her eyes tracking Kelsey's bright pink top across the room before she turned a sweet, overly familiar smile toward Malik.
"Hey," Talia said, tilting her head. "I don't think we got a proper introduction without the house-party music blasting. I'm Talia. Kelsey's best friend since the seventh grade."