Patricia
Coffee fills my mouth, and I smile at the strong taste—caffeine is a girl's best friend. Who cares about dogs and diamonds when the sense of being wired hits your brain?
Without the black, addictive liquid, I would die.
Tiffany lifts her eyes into mine. "So, tell me about everything that has happened in town while we were gone."
I inhale the scent of coffee. "Nothing much has happened."
"Nonsense!" Tiffany laughs. "Tell me about your school—do you like it there? Have you made any new friends? Is Dior still a pain in the ass, or has he laid off your back?"
I look around while thinking of what to answer first.
I'm sitting inside a café together with Tiffany and her twin brother Rohan. Both of them have barely even touched their drinks, and honestly, they are acting weird.
