Erica
Alexis declared a girls' night the way she declared most things — without asking, with complete confidence that the answer was yes, and already halfway through pulling things out of the bathroom cabinet before I'd even responded.
"I didn't agree to this," I said from the doorway.
"You didn't disagree either." She held up two face mask packets. "Charcoal or green tea?"
"I don't—"
"Green tea it is. Sit on the bed."
I sat on the bed.
This was the thing about Alexis. She had this way of just deciding things were happening and then making them happen, and somehow by the time you realised you hadn't actually consented to any of it, you were already in the middle of it and it was fine.
She'd ordered food before I got home. Thai, from the place two streets over that did the good gree
