She points to under her eye. “Look!”
I lean in further, not sure of what I’m supposed to be examining. “I don’t see anything.”
“My first fine line. The wrinkles have begun.”
She sounds devastated, but I see no line.
I snort. “You’re still in your twenties. Don’t be ridiculous.”
She rolls her eyes. “How can you not see the line there?”
“At least I don’t have to worry about wrinkles.”
She quirks a brow. “Hmm, and why is that?”
“Fat don’t crack, baby!” I say with a wink.
She smothers a laugh before her face falls back into seriousness. “You’re not fat!”
A phone rings, and I know it’s Elena’s because it’s a Cardi B song. She brings it to her face, grimaces, but doesn’t answer it. She just lets it ring. She peeks at me from under her eyelashes, then back down at her phone.
“It’s our
