Joan was still thinking, looking at the back of her hand where her mystery man had dropped his kiss. She was glad that she had worn something nice and applied a bit of makeup on her face before leaving the house as her mother had always asked her to do. Now she could understand why her mother always said, 'You never can tell where or how you meet HIM, so you always have to look good.' Joan thought with a grin as she stood in front of the elevator.
The elevator door opened to reveal Bella, who was already on her way out in search of her. The grin on her face disappeared the moment she saw Bella.
"What kept you for so long?" Bella asked as she glared at Joan angrily.
