GINGER:
“She’s really the coolest. My mom would send a driver or make Hu drive me home,” Hana says, and I force a smile at the mention of Hu’s name.
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll help you get your bag,” she adds, and both Wendy and I glance at her.
“So that you can meet my mom?” I ask, raising a brow.
She shakes her head with her face contorting. “Because you’re my friend, and you need my help.” She throws an arm around my shoulders.
“Just admit you have a huge crush on her mom and be done with it,” Wendy says, crossing her arms, her brows furrowed.
“It’s not a crush! She just inspires me so much. She’s so young, badass, and coooool!” She drags out the last word dramatically, pressing down on my shoulders until I yelp in pain.
“Sorry, sorry,” she apologizes quickly, pulling her han
