"Did you see that?" one girl hissed as she grabbed her friend by the arm.
"What? See what?" the girl asked, "I only saw a fresh new face, ripe for the picking?"
The other girl slapped her hard on the back, "Be serious! You're hardly the femme fatale you delude yourself to be."
The girl rubbed her sore shoulders, "Dang, Hope, couldn't you like, ease it a little?"
Hope laughed and gave her another smack on the back, "Come on, Fern. Shall we find out just who that was?"
Fern looked around and raised both of her eyebrows (she couldn't raise one), "Have you seen the eyes that seemed to bore a hole into that guy's back? There were so many drooling over that fresh meat. What hope have we to get to know him?"
Hope pointed at herself and said, "You have me, Hope. That's all you need."
Fern rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, you don't honestly think that was funny, do you?"
Hope shrugged, "Hey, as long as I like it, right?"
