"Clara hurry up! you're going to be late for work!" Natasha shouted, her voice tinged with frustration
"Relax I'm on my way" Clara replied causally, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"Besides, I've got plenty of time to do my final touch-ups".
"So you think" Natasha rolled her eyes, grabbing Clara's arm and dragged her to the car.
The drive from the house to Savron Restaurant was nearly a hundred kilometers.
"Given your current speed, I'm sure you will be able to drop me off and still make it to your place of work before 8:30 a.m.," Clara teased, trying to sweet-talk Natasha.
Finally, they arrived at Savron. Clara was calm at first, but as soon as she stepped out a flicker of nervousness crept in.
"It's okay Clara, you got this. Just keep your glasses on though!"
Natasha teased
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