Celeste
The next day, once I am finished painting my portraits and nesting them in brand new manila envelopes, I take a large container of leftover rice for my friend, a smaller one for myself, some baking supplies so we can bake chocolate chip cookies together, as well as a few other items for good measure. Shoving everything into a bag, I sneak outside of the apartment and hook a ride onto the elevator. I find myself very excited to see my friend and catch up on gossip. It's been months since the last time we hung out and I miss her. She is even busier than I, working six days a week most of the time though often pushing seven. Tomorrow she has a day off so we can stay up late tonight. As a girl, I am often in need of more girl time. We promised each other over the phone this afternoon
