At knocking off time the following day, Masha was seated in her car about to drive out and go home when suddenly, someone walked up to the passenger seat door and knocked on the window. It was Blake and the moment she looked there and saw her, all the emotion drained from her face as she sighed in annoyance.
Blake smilingly waved at her and groaning in further annoyance, Masha rolled down the passenger seat window, but only just a little.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Blake said, looking cute in a green dress and a pair of golden sandals; with her hair exposed as she was no longer in Lila mode.
“What is it?”
“You want me to tell you from out here?”
“Yes please,” Masha said, not wanting her to enter her car; a car that was the latest version of
