Fine
385 Words
The kettle clicked off with a tired sigh.
Felicity poured hot water into her oversized mug like she was prepping for war.
Across the kitchen, Amahle was acting too casual—scrolling through her phone, humming offbeat, and dressed way too cute for someone who said she was “just chilling indoors.”
Felicity narrowed her eyes.
“Why are you wearing lip gloss to sit on the couch?”
Amahle glanced up.
“Because I’m taking you out for lunch. You know… to unwind. Process yesterday.”
Felicity blinked slowly.
“With what money?”
Amahle giggled, slipping her phone into her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.
“Okay, fine. Hear me out…”
Felicity groaned, already regretting her existence.
“I knew it. What is it this time? Are you trying to get me out of the house again? Amahle, we’ve just recovered from last night. I almost fought a man in a hoodie.”
Amahle threw her hands up.
“Not the hoodie again, babes! Let it gooo.”
“He broke my phone and called me a tyre, Amahle. I’ll let it go when my ancestors do.”
Amahle raised her brows, then softened her tone.
“Okay, fair. But this isn’t about him. I promise. It’s just a soft rooftop vibe. Sunset. Music. Maybe a mocktail. Zero drama.”
Felicity stirred her tea like it owed her answers.
“And where exactly is this holy rooftop of peace?”
“Menlyn,” Amahle said, just a bit too fast. “But like… the chill part. The one with plants and beanbags and vibes.”
“Mmh. Who else is going to be there?”
Amahle shrugged.
“Just… people. Normal people. Nobody famous. No hoodies.”
Felicity stared.
“Amahle.”
Amahle leaned over the counter, wide-eyed with fake innocence.
“Chommie, please. I need this. And so do you. Come breathe some air.”
Felicity took a long sip of tea.
“You swear you’re not dragging me into something shady?”
Amahle placed both hands over her chest dramatically.
“I swear. Pinky swear, even.”
Felicity sighed. Long and hard.
“Fine. But if I get ambushed or see any influencer ring lights, I’m leaving.”
“Deal. No ring lights. Just vibes.”
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