“How do I look?” Magda asked Sienna nervously.
“Gorgeous, of course.” Sienna grinned at her from where she lay reclined on Magda’s bed amid a collection of clothing. “I can’t believe you agreed to go out with him after the coffee thing.”
“It wasn’t his fault,” Magda turned sideways to look at her reflection in the mirror. “The girl dumped the entire coffee on him.”
“Mags, he took his pants off in a coffee shop.”
“He had a burn on his thigh.”
“He wasn’t wearing underwear.”
“He covered himself with a napkin.”
“The fact he can cover himself with a napkin should have you running in the opposite direction,” Darya quipped as she re-entered the room.
“His thigh was the color of a strawberry,” Magda grunted as she applied the lipstick Darya passed her.
“Can I point out, he was naked from
