“Are you ready?” Marissa asked me about half an hour later. She stood up, stretching her limbs out before turning to me with her picture perfect smile. Her hair was still curled to perfection and her clothes weren’t wrinkled in the slightest. I glanced down at my clothes and noticed a few wrinkles in my shirt but other than that, I was okay. At least my outfit was, I wasn’t very careful to not mess up my hair and I was stuffing the chicken into my mouth like a wild woman, so my makeup probably isn’t intact.
Sighing, she walked over to me and ran her fingers over the top of my head, fixing it- I presume. Giving me a thumbs up, she yanked me towards the coat rack where we grabbed our coats and she grabbed her purse. I stuffed my phone and my keys into my pocket while she readjusted her bag,
