(Malory)
“Well,” Grey says, sitting back into his seat and patting his stomach, “That was delightful.”
“Seems like you really haven’t had chicken wings in a while,” I say, smirking. “Missed it?”
He laughs, “Like hell.”
“We should get going,” I say.
Grey and I have completed our tasks of getting around the mall, taking a walk down a commercial lane, buying up a ton of gifts, and eating dessert before stuffing ourselves with chicken wings.
We head back to his car and soon we’re on the way home.
My message tone rings.
Kyle: putting plan to action
Me: what?
Kyle: NOW!
Me: I’m not home?????!!!!
Kyle: where are you?
Me: I’m heading home now... I’m with Grey
Kyle: I need evidence for Ace, PRONTO
Me: what am I supposed to do?
Kyle: you know how to fix things with makeup… can you dishevel things?
I think about it...
Me: I got it
I’m not giving you full face photos, just FYI