"But now your hands are all dirty and sticky…" chided Chris. She shook her head and sighed as a smile overtook her features.
"Well it's not a big deal, isn't that why people have sinks and taps?" Emma replied brazenly, her clean hand on her chest and her dirty hand outstretched in front of her.
Chris opened her mouth to reply, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and as she was just about to say something she was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.
♪ Wish I could synthesise
A picture perfect guy
Oh I, oh I
Where all the boys at with emotional stability?
Nice car, a CEO, and almost just as smart as me
Where all the boys at with financial security?
A doctor, a model, a man of possibilities♪
It was Emma's phone that suddenly rang, it had disrupted their conversation and drawing their attentions away from the current topic at hand. They both promptly forgot about Emma's method of eating cake and were instead focused on the call.
