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"You think I should go through with this?" I twirl my hair with my hands. Abby smacks one of them. "Stop messing with my masterpiece," she says through a mouthful of bobby pins.
"I really don't think I should; what if it's a joke and he wasn't serious?" I ramble. "What if I misread it!? And it was purely a business thing... Maybe he wants coffee to discuss how to up my training... "
I look at Abby in the mirror. She ignores me and keeps pinning up my hair. I squirm in my seat. I haven't done anything special to my hair or my appearance in close to a year. Presentable and professional yes, but nothing noteworthy.
I feel the butterflies rising but it seems like this time they're stuck in my throat. I cough into my fist hoping that would push them down back into my stomach w
