Rifling Through

Amanda was in an awfully chirpy mood today. 

Just completely blasted by a raging torrent of eagerness the moment I swung open the passenger door.

A winning smile was plastered all across her lips, so dazzlingly bright, straining hard her seatbelt buckle just so she could lean in and give me a greeting peck on the cheek.

"So, all ready to go?" She asked, her voice practically dripping with enthusiasm.

Amanda had her bright blonde hair in braids, wearing a silky crown of her own locks, with the rest of it falling in a golden cascade at waist height. Now, I don't know my hairstyles too well… but I'm gonna wager that she must probably spend a good long while staring meticulously at her own reflection just so she could get to look as perfect as it could.

That's the word - meticulous. Everything about her was meticulously done.