8
“I know that look.”
Dana spun around, only half surprised to find her best friend leaning in the doorway of her office, a smug expression on her face.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about Millie,” she muttered by way of reply.
“Please. Yesterday’s clothes, s*x hair, the slightly dreamy look on your face...good night?” Camille stepped forward before dropping into the chair opposite Dana.
“Yes,” she conceded, knowing that there was no way for her to win this one, especially given that her friend was right. “What are you even doing here? It’s a Saturday right?”
“Wow, Luke really must have muddled your brain. Yes, it’s Saturday.” Camille laughed, clearly enjoying Dana’s predicament. “I’m looking for you actually. Your Mum says she’s been trying to text you about whether you’re coming
