Clara laid out six different outfits, frowning at each one. Natasha sat nearby, arms folded, still fuming from their argument last night. Clara sighed, glancing her way.
"Natasha, would you please help me out?" she asked, sulking.
"Does my opinion even matter?" Natasha replied flatly, her expression unchanging.
Clara groaned. "Wait... is this about last night? Seriously?"
Natasha stayed silent, which only annoyed Clara further. But instead of snapping, she inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. She reached for Natasha’s hand, speaking softly.
"Natasha, I get it, you don’t have to like everyone. But don’t let this suspicion ruin things. You know I barely have friends. It’s just you and Ashley. It hurts when you speak ill of him, and I’m sure it’d hurt him too."
Natasha hesitated before
