Gianna
The tracks are everything I imagined it'd be, rowdy. I nearly sprint back into my Uber when my eyes land on a familiar, tall chestnut-haired girl.
Do I call her name? Even if I did, there’s no way she’d hear me over the noise.
Just then, Roxy turns over to where I'm standing like she can actually sense me. Her eyes widen, surprise flashing across her face before it breaks into a childish grin. She lifts her arm and starts waving like a madwoman, completely unapologetic about it.
I barely have time to react before she’s pushing through people, brushing shoulders, murmuring apologies she clearly doesn’t mean.
"You made it, damsel.”
The grin on her face is contagious, wide and genuine and completely unguarded. It pulls a small giggle that feels out of place here leaves my mouth,
