“This reminds me, do you have a lighter?” She asked, raising one of her eyebrows at me.
“For what?” I exclaimed loudly. She pulled her fingers toward each other, which in turn opened and closed the contraption. “I hate to break this to you, but I have no idea what that is.” I said, using my hand that wasn’t holding on to my coffee to point at it.
Amber rolled her eyes and shook her head. “This is for curling eyelashes. I put on one coat of mascara, warm these up slightly with the lighter, and then it helps your lashes look fuller and longer.” She explained, almost like she was talking to a child.
“Okay, okay. I get what is now, but I don’t have a lighter.” I said, biting my bottom lip and shrugging my shoulders at her apologetically. Amber sighed before pulling out her phone and typin
