Emerson
“Hey, girls! Hi Emerson! You look radiant today!” Willow smiles. Her blonde hair seems to naturally blow like there is a giant fan following her like in a Beyoncé video.
“Hey girl!” Austin gushes. “Sit down and join us.” I give Austin the look of ‘No, you didn’t’ as she smiles back at me.
“Thanks! I only have a few minutes before training. I’m trying to get in more sparring to fine-tune my resume.” Willow winks as she sits down eating her banana and bottled water.
“Hi, Willow.” I greet her.
“Emerson! How are you feeling? You are already showing that pregnancy weight, huh!?”
“Yes, it’s called a healthy pregnancy.” I reply, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it! It looks good on you!” Her fake fix on her statement still lingers like stinky cheese. “Not
