Melina slipped into a pair of pants and sandals, with a tank top. She had a jacket draped over her forearm, and her hair was loose and slightly damp. She thought it best to wash it before leaving the house.
Now she was going to meet Maria and could finally choose a new hair style. She was excited.
Her phone rang and she took the handset off the hook.
"Ready."
"I'm here on the second floor, near the stairs. Where are you?"
"Near the food court."
"Come down here and let's go. I'm taking you to meet the girls and get my nails done. They're a disaster."
"I'm coming down, Maria."
Melina went down with all the tranquility in the world, not even realizing that she had strayed and taken the elevator, making things more complicated than they should have been. The security guards, she was st
