Shana~
Kimbra meets us at the door of her apartment, eyeing me up and down, her smile growing as she scans.
Looking down, I take a peek at the skirt and top I'm wearing, the ones I packed after talking to Kimbra. The skirt is long and flowing and the top is simple, yet chic. My shoes are a gladiator asymmetrical wedge, the soft straps fitting around my ankles. My hair is down with soft curls at the end and my makeup is minimal—especially compared to the day on the runway. And yet the way she's looking at me, I feel exposed. Her grin makes me want to blush, as if she's seeing beyond my well-thought-out outfit and knows every intimate thing Trevor and I have done since our last visit to her apartment.
Maybe that's what friends see when they look at you. They see what your words haven't
