Niara gasped as someone grabbed her arm, pulled her inside and dragged her to the dining room when she got home that night.
"What the fff!!! Coleen!" She exclaimed and swatted her older sister's hand off her arm. "Your hand is greasy."
"Hey! I washed my hands."
"Even if you wash your hands, your pores secrete a lot of oil. Ouch!" Niara yelped when her sister twisted her ear.
"You deserve that! Naughty girl. Come on. Spill!" Coleen said, letting go of her ear.
"Spill what? That hurt." Niara pouted and complained while rubbing her ear. "What should I tell you?" She asked.
"What else? Your lunch date of course." Coleen told her while wiggling her eyebrows.
"Date? What date? Who date? Why date? There's no date! I don't date!" She answered.
"I would believe you if you didn't reply l
