[JANE]
Fuck. What did I just do?!
After what happened to us inside my office, fear had consumed every part of me. I’m terrified of my own feelings and not solely because of her. I feel like my feelings would betray me at any moment, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control them.
I was just staring blankly at the door where she left.
"Shit! This is so wrong,” I chewed my lip as I swallowed thickly, feeling the lump on my throat. Panic set in. I have no idea what will happen next, and I have no plans to find out because it could turn out to be something unexpected.
I need Reese right now; I need my best friend. I fumbled with my phone as I tapped her name from my contacts list. I felt like something was rolling around inside my stomach, and I would throw up at any time. I felt horrible and miserable. Not just because I had sex with Khali, but also because it happened in my office. I felt ashamed of myself. I let her fuck me here on my desk. Her scent still lingers inside my office, reminding me of what happened earlier. It wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.
"Jane?” Reese answered immediately. I pinched my lip, unable to say anything because I'm worried my voice will crack if I do, yet I need my best friend. I breathed out, my pulse racing, and I grabbed my desk to keep my hands from quivering.
"Hey, Jane, did something happen?” Reese spoke again, her voice trembling with concern. I can hear someone conversing in the background, and I recognized who it was; Jey.
Warm tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt scared to let anyone know what I was going through. I just bit my tongue to keep my sobs at bay. I heard Jey’s voice asking whether I was okay and what had happened to me. I don't expect Khali to tell her what happened, and if she did, I'd be humiliated.
"Where are you, Jane?" my best friend asked, her voice stern as if she knew something had happened to me and that she would go to any length to get to the bottom of this. Reese is a sweet girl, but she can be daunting when she's angry.
"I'm on my way to your office. Now, if I don't see you there, I swear--"
"Don't tell Jey anything; Khali was here," I said, my voice cracking as I swallowed the lump in my throat and felt like throwing up.
"What did she do?" she exclaimed, clearly impatient, and I'm guessing she's already outside, surrounded by bustling streets and beeping cars.
“I... uh... we…,” I stopped as I struggled to find the right words to say to her. It’s hard to elucidate my situation, especially on the phone.
“I can’t do this. Please, come here. I need you,” I burst out crying, and I couldn't speak after. I was falling apart.
"I’m going to kill her,” those were the last words I heard from Reese when she ended the call.
I had a choice to avoid Khali, but I didn’t. What the fuck is wrong with me? I should have pushed her away. I wanted to, but my body didn’t listen. I gasped for air when I felt like my airways were narrowing. I hate both myself and her. As I continued to cry, I rested my forehead on my desk. I asked my secretary not to let anyone in unless it was Reese.
"Jane!" Reese exclaimed, barging into my office. Her heels made a loud thumping sound against the floor as she approached me.
"Reese," I hurriedly stood up and launched myself on her. I hugged her tightly, and she did the same. She held me and caressed my back, attempting to comfort me. I sobbed as I clutched her dress. I shouldn't be crying right now. It's partly my fault, and for that, I don't deserve to feel awful about what I did. Do I even have the right to cry?
My eyes were heavy from sobbing; I just want to rest. I pulled away when I thought there were no more tears to weep. She gave me a sympathetic glance. I hate that kind of stare, and I'm feeling particularly pathetic right now. She sighed as she wiped the tears from my cheeks and ushered me to the center couch to sit. She stayed there for a few moments, perhaps trying to figure out what was on my mind.
Then she finally spoke, "Jane, can you please explain it to me? Did she hurt you?”
Her eyes started to get misty, and she blinked a few times. She had been down in the mouth and started to cry. My best friend is a crybaby, too. She has too much empathy for everyone.
I covered my face with my palm, embarrassed to face Reese, and said, "We... we... did something."
I felt like I just wanted the couch to swallow me.
"What? What did you do?” She was initially confused but then gasped as something clicked in her mind.
"Oh my God!” She covered her mouth. “Did she rape you? Did she force you? I can put her in jail!” She was angry and stood up, but I held her wrist to calm her down. I quietly cursed myself as I nibbled my lower lip. It's partially my fault.
"I'm going to kill Khali," her tone was hostile. I don't think I can blame Khali for everything. That’s so wrong on so many levels.
"I can't let this pass; she came here to force you to have sex with h-?!" she nearly screamed again, but I quickly covered her mouth.
"Reese, you're so loud!” I wanted to glare at her, but then I realized she was just concerned about me. I knew she couldn't be calm when she saw me almost losing my breath for crying. I'm afraid of her reaction once she learns it's partly my fault. I'm starting to feel like a narcissist or something. I sighed and scolded myself internally.
She spoke again but in a muffled voice, and I drew my hand away from her mouth.
“Reese, I let her,” I averted my eyes, unwilling to look at my best friend. She might make fun of me or scold me. I'll put up with it if she scolds me, but I'll be mortified if she laughs at me.
"So you... You let her?” She was flabbergasted at my unexpected confession, and she's probably wondering why I'm sobbing when I let Khali fuck me in the first place. I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, wishing this was all a nightmare, a terrible nightmare.
Reese was waiting for me to go into more detail; she didn't say anything, but she was patiently waiting. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"I was scared and confused. I let her do it for reasons I don't understand, and then I told her to leave because I know that's all she wanted, and she finally got it, and... I feel like she'll leave me alone once I give her what she wants, but part of me feels that's not the case. After she left, I panicked. I was ashamed of myself for letting her fuck me. I hate her to the core, but I don't understand why... why I don't want to blame everything on her, since I feel like it's partly my fault," I said, looking down at my fidgeting fingers and blinking a few times as my eyes got misty once again.
My chest clenched within as I heaved a deep sigh; I felt like something was pinching my insides. My best friend took my trembling hands in hers. I carefully raised my head to meet her gaze. She looked at me softly. I can't see any judgment in her eyes.
"Do you like her, Jane?" Reese inquired softly.
"I know I hate her. I still hate her. But...” I paused for a moment. Am I trying to convince myself? It's too early to make a judgment on how I truly feel, but I'm pretty sure this isn't real.
"No... I hate her. I'm… I’m sure I hate her," I replied, nodding at myself.
"You don't sound so sure, Jane. Look, if you like Khali, that's OK. You don't have to lie to me or yourself. I won't judge you, Jane. You know me," she said, scooting closer and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. Since I'm small in comparison to her, I just rested my head on her shoulder as she drew me in for a side hug, which somehow gave me a comforting feeling.
One of the things that I like about Reese is that she is always honest with me, yet she never makes me feel ashamed or guilty for something I am not in control of.
"But you have to be sure, Jane. Maybe you were just got carried away because uh... Is she good?” she asked. A pink tinge crept on my cheeks as I chewed my lip. This is so embarrassing. I shifted my position and glared at her.
She looked at me with her brows lifted, a little taken aback by my response. I averted my gaze and sat back on the couch. I scoffed after a few moments.
“I think she’s good,” Reese bluntly said.
“Do I need to answer that?” I was trying to sound nonchalant but failed because I was cringing at that very moment.
“Okay. She’s good,” I admitted, but then I pouted and looked away, trying to disguise my humiliation.
“That explains it… So what’s your plan now?” She asked, taking my hand in hers and gently squeezing it to help me relax. I appreciate it when she does that. She can be my personal massage therapist. I just stared at her hands while they rubbed my palm.
“I don’t know. It’s already done. I’ll just avoid her and move on. I wouldn’t have to see her annoying face, and I won’t have to deal with her arrogance,” I explained. Something, however, is pinching my insides. When I think about not seeing her again, my stomach feels like it's burning.
"If that’s what you want. You know I will support you whatever your decision is. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she said as she moved closer, trapping my hand between her small hands. It's funny how she's taller than me, but her hands are smaller than mine. I just smiled and felt grateful that she’s my best friend.
"Thank you, Reese Posie. I wouldn’t know what to do without you,” my words were sincere. She pressed her mouth on a thin line, and her lips tugged into a smile.
"You know we always have each other's back," she giggled and winked at me.
"Oh! I have an idea!” She blurted out, which made me curious.
"How about we go clubbing tonight?" She smirked. I felt hesitant because I don’t really go clubbing. I’m not a social butterfly like her. Plus, I dislike being in a crowded place with sweaty and horny teenagers. But I know she's only trying to divert my attention.
"Okay… But why in the club?” I asked.
"Nicole and I were planning on going to the club tonight, and you're coming!" she stated, standing up and clapping her hands enthusiastically.
"Nicole? Who's that?” I still feel confused but not surprised that she had a lot of friends.
"Oh, she's my senior in college, I forgot to tell you. Damn... I have a crush on her, and she doesn't know about it. She's so cute when I met her yesterday," she said, her eyes filled with imaginary hearts.
"Wait, why didn't I know this?” I was disappointed she hadn't told me about this part of her life. We'd usually chatted about girlfriends and whatnot, but she'd never mentioned Nicole.
“I’m sorry, Jane. I didn't bother to tell you before because she had already graduated at the time, and I thought I had forgotten those feelings until we accidentally met in a cafe yesterday, and I realized I still like her," she pouted and scooted beside me, knowing how easily I get mad when she isn't telling me something I should know. I sighed and nodded.
"It's okay. At least you told me now. Look, I understand you're trying to distract me, but you know I’m not fond of those places. I hate crowded places, remember?" I tried to remind her that her best friend is introvert hiding in a façade of a multi-millionaire CEO and a Chanel model.
"Well, I'll be with you all the time. Perhaps we can test your feelings. Why don't you go out and meet some new people, just to see whether your feelings for Khali are genuine? If that's only the effect of sex, then you shouldn’t see her anymore. You don't like ending up as a fuck buddy, do you?” She clarified. My gut flipped, and my insides twisted at the prospect of me and Khali being fuck buddies.
Hell, no! But do I really need to meet new people? It's as if I'm looking for someone to replace Khali, despite the fact that we're not really dating. I feel like I’m finding a rebound, someone that could patch the absence of Khali. I will feel more terrible about it. I hesitated, and I found myself in deep silence until my best friend spoke again.
"Just go with us, okay? I'll be with you, so don't worry," she reassured me, hugging me tightly once again. I can’t do anything about it. At the very least, I need to be grateful for what Reese is doing for me. She shrieked when I finally nodded.
"OMG! We're soooo going to have fun tonight!"
It was already 5 p.m. when I finished all of my work. It was a tiring day for me. My mind wandered on what Reese had told me earlier. Maybe she's right. Perhaps I need to meet someone to prove that my feelings for Khali are pure lust because I'm sure she looks at me the same way.
That thought left me with an odd sensation in the pit of my stomach. She only sees me as someone she can fuck, but I don’t want to give her that satisfaction. I can show her that she means nothing to me, that she is one of those insignificant people in my life whom I can forget in a matter of weeks.
I swallowed thickly, and I tried not to dwell on thoughts of her. I stood up from my chair and stretched my body. My shoulders felt stiff due to so much stress. I tilted my head from left to right and back again. When I finally felt a sense of relief, I sighed and packed my things. My phone chimed, and I saw Reese's message. She said that she would arrive at my flat at 7:00 p.m. and that we would leave at 8:00 p.m. Now there's one more thing to consider: what should I wear?
I was on the elevator heading to the ground floor. I don’t feel so excited today. I'm in a neutral mood. I’m not depressed, but I just feel nothing. I felt like she left my heart numb, lost in limbo. What the hell am I thinking? I brushed off those ridiculous thoughts and stepped out of the elevator as soon as it parted with a soft binging sound.
My driver was waiting for me outside of the building. As I strutted out of the building, my employees greeted me with a warm smile and a nod. I'm not the type of CEO who makes everyone feel intimidated. Even though I'm not sure why some people find me intimidating. Reese said it's because of my eyes. What's wrong with my eyes? I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and try to find the intimidating part in my gaze, yet I see nothing. I don’t get it.
"Take care on your way home, Ma'am," the guard greeted me as I left the building. My car is right in front of the building, and my driver opened the door for me to go inside.
"Where are we going, Ma'am?” He asked.
"Just head to my apartment, and you can take an early off from work today. I don't have an appointment tonight," I told him. He just nodded at me and started to drive. I took my phone from my bag and decided to respond to Reese's text message.
>> To Reese: Okay. See you later. xoxo <<
As I leaned back in my seat, I had a fleeting notion about going shopping for a new outfit for tonight. I'd like to try something different, something that reflects my personal style as the face of Chanel.
"Topher, could you please drive me to the nearest shopping mall? I need to buy something first," I told the driver.
Topher has been my driver and bodyguard for the past five years. My dad personally hired him for me. He's just silent, yet he's really observant. He never changed his hairdo during his five years of service. His hair is always neatly trimmed on the sides and fluffily groomed in the middle. He's an ex-army, therefore his body is well-built.
When we arrived at the nearest shopping mall, I walked right to the Chanel dresses and accessories section. The stares and gaping mouths of the people around me no longer bother me as they did in my first and second years as a Chanel model.
Topher was only a few steps behind me. Whenever he's around, I feel assured that nothing bad will happen. Even if I run into some wild paparazzi, I've never been into an accident when he's with me in the last 5 years. Topher can easily lead them astray and protect me. Well, except for those times that I'm sneaking out and telling him not to follow me. I only had to deal with my father and my manager’s scolding.
I looked around for an outfit that would suit my taste for tonight. A Chanel red robe suddenly caught my attention. My eyes twinkled as I stared and ran my fingertips along with the cotton robe. I felt like I just found my soulmate. This time, however, it's an outfit. My mind immediately decided that I should wear it, but robes aren't appropriate for a party, are they? But, of course! I'm free to wear whatever I choose.
My attention was also snatched by this Chanel bandana, which was right beside where I spotted the robe. I grabbed it, and voila! I've already made up my mind about what I'm going to wear. This seemed to go well with my Balenciaga Knife Over-the-Knee Boots.
I asked my driver to take me to my personal stylist. Usually, I only needed her help when I have an event to attend. I wasn't really planning to ask for some assistance, but since I think this outfit is unique, then I’ll be needing her professional opinion about it.
After a few minutes, we reached her place. Her name is Jesse Reina. She has her own shop full of branded items from Gucci, Celine, Chanel, Alexander Wang, Dior, and YSL; name it, and she has those brands.
"Jane! What brings you here? Do you have an event again? Oh my gosh, I missed you!" she gushed as I went into her shop, hugging me tightly. Her hair was in a messy bun, indicating that she was presumably sewing or styling something. Her fashion sense appeals to me. Even in her late 30’s, she still looks like in her mid-20s.
"Jesse, I need your help. It's not for an event, but I just need your opinion, and maybe I'll need your expertise on this," I grinned sweetly at her. I know she won’t be able to refuse me because I’m her favorite.
"Of course, you can always come here; you, of all people, know that," she laughed as we strolled deeper into her store. With a sweet giggle, I thanked her and turned my gaze to Topher, who was carrying my shopping bag. I took the bag from him and showed it to Jesse.
"I'm going clubbing tonight, and I just thought of wearing something new," I stated as we entered the area where she does all of her stuff, leaving Topher outside. I explained to her what style I wanted: a bandana top paired with a red cotton robe.
"Hmmm... your idea is actually perfect, Jane! Wait, we can fix this bandana to a tube or strapless bralette.”
She left for a minute, and she got back with a tube bra. I just watched her as she did her stuffs. I don't sew, but I can tell if a style is perfect with just a single glance. It's like I have radar, and once a style fascinates me, I will definitely wear it.
"All right, let's see," she said as she took the bandana and began sewing it onto the tube.
I'm actually excited about how it would turn out. After a few minutes, Jesse asked me to try it. I entered the dressing room, and I started to take off my clothes.
"Jane, I think black fitted pants would be perfect on your outfit," she suggested as I was adjusting the tube bralette, which had now transformed into a bandana top. My eyes gleamed as I glanced at myself in the mirror, marveling at how well it fit my physique.
I gasped and turned from side to side, looking at every angle. Jesse parted the curtain and entered, holding a pair of black high-waisted fitted pants. She shifted her gaze to me, and she mouthed, “Wow.”
"That looks good on you! Anything looks good on you!” She complimented.
"Thanks, Jesse! I had no idea how well this style would work. I owe this to you," I exclaimed joyfully as I jumped around like a kid.
"Of course, it'll work. You're perfect, Jane Terranova," she said. A pink tinge appeared on my cheeks, hearing how she described me. I still feel shy whenever someone says that I'm Jane Terranova and that everything is perfect if it's me, but I've gotten used to it, and it's one of the things I'm proud of.
"Here, try this and also the robe,” excitement was evident in her tone. She actually likes me, not romantically, but as a younger sister. She always treats me like that. I always tell her what I want to do with my style, and she always considers what I want, unlike other stylists who will make you wear anything even if it doesn’t really fit your personality. I hate those kinds of stylists.
I looked in the mirror once I finished fitting everything, and I've never been more proud or satisfied with how I appear right now.
"Oh my god! You look so stunning! A trendsetter! That looks sexy on you! I bet many guys would come to you later," she teased me. I managed not to roll my eyes because, honestly, I am not straight, and I don’t like guys. But I can't tell her that, of course. I'm a celebrity, and I can't afford a rumor or a controversy. Even though Jesse is a good friend of mine, I'm still wary about exposing my preference to her or anybody else.
I just chuckled awkwardly and decided to change the topic.
"Uh… I have another favor to ask. I think I'm going to need some dangle earrings, and also the Balenciaga Knife Over-the-knee boots. It’s still here, right?” I asked as I stepped out of the fitting room. Her shop is like my personal closet, as most of her collections here match my taste and style.
"Of course! I have a collection of Chanel earrings! And I might have something that will look perfect on you! Oh… and the boots. I’m going to get it. Hold on," she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly and leaving for a moment to grab the earrings and the boots.
When we finished, it was almost 7 p.m., so I texted Reese to come and pick me up at Jesse's. My best friend even mocked me about how well-prepared I was for tonight since I got some help from my stylist. I didn’t argue with her as it is partly true. I just want to distract myself, and I’m thankful that Khali never crossed my mind between those times.
And I'm all set for tonight. I'm going to prove that this is just all in my head, that I'm being bothered by something that isn't real. This is just lust and nothing more. I’m sure about that.
"Where's Nicole?" I asked as soon as I entered Reese Posie's car.
"Oh my god! Girl, you look so stunning!” She complimented me in her Aussie accent, forgetting what I asked, then kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks. You look so gorgeous too!” I told her as I examined her outfit. She's dressed in a YSL black dress that accentuates her gorgeous curves and makes her seem badass. She's not the charming clumsy chipmunk that I know.
"You're drooling," she joked, and I laughed.
"Yes, I am," I told her jokingly.
"Shut up; I want Nicole to give me that look when she sees me later," she said giddily as she got behind the wheel and sped off.
"How about Jey?" I'm still perplexed as to why she chose Nicole over Jey. Jey is a great person and a good friend of mine. My vote goes to her, and I can see she genuinely cares for my chipmunk.
"Jey? What about her?” Reese pretended to be nonchalant, but I can see that she’s a little tense every time I bring up Jey.
"I thought you have a thing?” I drawled out.
"We're not going to work out, Jane," she said hastily, her tone indicating that she didn't want to discuss the matter anymore.
"Why?" I insisted, knowing she liked Jey, but why was she holding back? Was she doing this for me? I could see her swallowing hard before she looked at me.
"Look, Jane, your situation with Khali... If Jey and I end up together, that's a conflict for you since she's Khali's best friend, and I don't want to be in that situation. It'll be difficult for both of us and you," she said. I can sense that she was hurting, and that made me feel guiltier. This messed-up relationship between me and Khali is affecting our best friends. I appreciate Reese's constant attention to my concerns, but I don't want her to be miserable solely because of me.
"So you like her, but because of me, you can’t?" I’m not offended, but I feel bad.
"No, Jane. It's not like that. Jey is fine. She's sweet, but I'm not sure if she's the one. I have my options, and tonight I'm keeping my options open. Jey might be the one, but Nicole could be the one. We don't know. There are many factors that I consider, and your case is just one of them," she explained.
I just nodded in her explanation. I understand she doesn't want to offend me with her reasoning, and I'm not offended in the least. I just feel bad that I couldn’t do anything for her happiness. I leaned against the window, peering out at the sights we'd just driven through. I just realized that I should follow my best friend. I need to keep my choices open, but Khali isn't going to be one of them.
When we arrived at the club, I unbuckled my seatbelt and waited for Reese to exit the car. I'm worried that someone could recognize me, but I hope there won't be any paparazzi around tonight. I breathed out and gripped my purse. Everything will be fine. I silently told myself. I felt Reese’s hand on my shoulder, and I looked at her.
"Hey, don't worry. I'll make sure you have fun tonight. Just forget about everything," she said as she went out to open the door on my side and took my arm. There's a guy who put a stamp on my arm, which appeared as the club's logo.
The overwhelming smell of alcohol greeted us as we entered the club. As the DJ played some random upbeat music, the crowd went wild. It's too loud, but I can still hear Reese's voice.
"Nicole is there," she said, pointing to a table just a few feet away. Nicole stood up with a huge grin on her face as we approached her. Her style looked refreshing to the eyes, and a dimple appeared on her left cheek as she smiled widely. Her hair is only shoulder length, which reminds me of Khali's. Why the heck she still lingers in my mind? I tried to shove the thoughts off my mind and smiled sweetly back at Nicole.
"Hi, Reese!” She greeted and hugged my best friend, then kissed her cheek. She’s as tall as Reese, but I am as tall as they are right now with the over-the-knee boots that I’m wearing.
"Oh, Nicole, this is my best friend, Jane,” Reese introduced me.
"Wow! Jane Terranova of JT Telecom and the Human Chanel? It's lovely to meet you," I didn't expect her to recognize me, and I shook her hand when she extended it. She is, in fact, polite and gentle. Although I see why Reese likes her, my vote remains with Jey.
"Nice to meet you, too," I said, a comfortable smile on my face.
She's dressed in a dark green silk gown that hugs her curves and falls to her knees.
"Would you like some drinks? Oh, by the way, the DJ up there is my friend; she will join us here later,” she grinned at us and asked us to sit with her.
"Really? What's her name?" Reese inquired, and I looked up to see DJ. She's basically dancing to the music, wearing tight black pants, a white crop top, and a black leather jacket, her abs contracting as she danced and hype the crowd. She’s a good dancer, if I may say, and the DJ is indeed hot.
"Her name is Rov Kang. She's an international DJ, and she just got here last month. Just taking some time here before she goes back to the US," Nicole answered coolly and drank from her beer. I can tell she's a party person with the way she nods with the folks that walk by. I'm sure she's a regular here.
"That's cool," I said.
"Yeah, she's pretty cool," Nicole seconded with a smirk. I may have sensed that Nicole was trying to mean something else, but I just shrugged it off. She then raised her hand to call for the waiter's attention. The waiter came over to our table right away, and the tall girl said something to the waiter, who simply nodded. Nicole would lean closer to my best friend’s ear and whisper something I couldn't understand. That piqued my curiosity, but I wouldn’t want to engage myself in any of my best friend’s sex life. Sex life, because I'm still unsure if this person's intentions are serious. Reese would laugh giddily whenever the tall girl whispered something to her.
I instantly realized I’m third-wheeling their date. I sighed and noticed the waiter return and place some drinks in front of us. It’s a cocktail drink, which is fine. Although I would like a scotch on the rocks, I suppose I could settle with a milder drink.
"Do you dance?" Nicole inquired, and she and Reese sprung to their feet before I could respond.
"Jane, come on!" Reese said, smiling and inviting me to join them on the dance floor. It was nice to see people dancing and not caring about anything, but I'm not the type of person who dances with sweaty strangers. Reese stared at me for a long time, and all I could do was sigh and nod.
"Alright," I answered. I took a shot first just to loosen up before I followed them.
The dance floor was dim, and the flashes of light temporarily blinded me. I think the dazzling disco lights, as well as the booze, have some effect on the crowd. It makes you feel a little high.
Many guys approached me while I was dancing, asking what my name was, but I simply evaded them, and thankfully, Reese would pull me to her whenever she saw me being bothered by men. I'm guessing the dim prevented them from recognizing me.
"Oh god, those guys can’t even sense that you're gay," Reese snorted as she danced. I simply chuckled at her remark and continued to dance by her side. Reese isn't the type of girl who would do a sexy dance. She’s a crackhead on the dancefloor. It's as if she's just having fun, and Nicole is enjoying eyeing her. I swear to god, if my best friend is ice cream, she already melted with the way Nicole stared at her.
After a few moments, I was already tired and sweaty, and the sound of the mic feedback drew everyone's attention.
"Thank you, everyone; I'll give the floor to DJ Ryu!" exclaimed the DJ, Rov Kang. Nicole tapped our shoulders, and I took a glance at her.
"Hey! Once she gets down the stage, I'm going to introduce you to her," Nicole told me with a smirk playing along her lips. Reese mimicked Nicole's expression as I looked at her. Was this something they had planned all along? She then smiled sheepishly at me and giggled.
"I think the DJ is amazing," Reese added, almost as if justifying what they were about to do, which was to set me up with the hot DJ.
I noticed the DJ making his way down the stage. She brushed her dark, long hair with her fingertips and waved back at some people who were trying to get her attention. She’s indeed friendly, and she can handle her fans coolly. Now, I can somehow take a look at her face up-close. She has cat eyes like mine, but hers are just narrower. Her eyes shrank when she smiled as if they were already closing. Her nose was pointed, and her lips were thin, in contrast to Khali's plump lips. She’s cute. I'm not really sure of what's going to happen, but maybe I should really keep my options open, just like what my best friend did.