“Liz, hurry up and get ready,” Sam said through the door as my eyes opened to the sunlight streaming through the windows lighting up the empty room. “Cliff is going to be here any minute and I need to talk to you about something concerning the indents in the steering wheel from last night.”
I groaned as I pushed myself up in the bed, my back yelling at me as I was sleeping in a ball. “I’m up,” I said, “what should I wear?”
Sam opened the door and sighed, “You just woke up didn’t you,” she asked as I sat on my knees smiling like a fool in sweatpants and a sports bra. “Well, at least you’re not easily embarrassed with me coming in and seeing you in just a sports bra.”
“I changed in a dressing room full of women, I’d be comfortable if you saw me in a regular bra
