The clock read a little after one in the afternoon when Lucy finally walked through the front door, looking exhausted but cheerful, her blue scrubs wrinkled from a long shift. Zara was curled up on the couch, one leg tucked under her, flipping absentmindedly through a fashion magazine Lucy had tossed on the coffee table months ago.
She was trying to get a hint of anything about fashion, see how it was done. She knew everyone had a particular style they used, so she was looking up all the option.
“Sorry I’m late,” Lucy said, dropping her bag onto the floor with a groan. “The hospital was chaos… like, end-of-days chaos, with an unexpected mix up.” She explained as she sat down.
Zara looked up with a small smile, the edges of her lips twitching as if to reassure Lucy she wasn’t annoyed.
