Zara sat on Lucy’s bed, absently dragging her fingers across the soft comforter as Lucy rummaged through her closet, tossing clothes onto the mattress beside her. The room smelled like citrus body spray and the faint, lingering scent of vanilla from the candle Lucy always forgot to blow out.
Zara sighed, watching as Lucy muttered under her breath, flipping through hangers like she was searching for buried treasure. She was already dressed and ready, and Lucy was who she was now waiting for.
That was funny, seeing as she had been the one to start getting ready first. She had been the enthusiastic one out of the two of them about going out this Friday night, but here she was, still looking for whatever it was she was now looking for.
Zara just shook her head and sighed silently.
“I do
