god jr II

"Hey--what does this mean?"
She handed her subordinate her cell phone. A text was open. He couldn't make out the text--
"What did you send him?"

She sipped her froth syrup sugar foam.
"I asked him how his weekend was," she whined.

"Oh! He's into you."
"You think?"
"Duh! Just trust me! Ask him what he's doing this weekend."
"You think I should?
"Ya! Absolutely!"

She grabbed her cellphone back and intensely clacked her affection. The awful look of excitement that threatened the caking of eyeshadow would soon turn to horror as she whimpered "He's... studying."

She gently pushed her still full drink forward and strode off, looking to lose weight and consciousness.

Her friend looked on unstartled, as if this was usual behavior.