She smiles at me, as she moves her hair out of her make-up free face, giving me that look that I know isn’t going to go away because she believes in what she says.
“You only don’t trust her because you want her man,” I tease her as she manages to turn on the side, facing my sitting form.
She touches my nose when I scrunch it up knowing she is not going to be happy when he breaks her heart like he broke mine. But nor am I able to take Guilia serious with her wild hair failing all over her face, or her crazy eyes that are suddenly looking at me as if I stole her favorite shoes. Considering she loves all of them, in fact Guilia loves all things fashion. Opposite to me.
“Maybe you should come with me for Lunch with Deno, he is really nice.” I suggest it as I stare at the seam of the pink
