When Norris went out, it was still early, and she received a call from Abigail.
"Abigail?"
"Sis," Abigail's voice was light and cheerful on the phone, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Are you free now?"
Norris laughed, her mood brightened because of hearing her sister's voice: "I'm free." After looking around at the scenery, she said, "I'm in the South City Area. You take a cab and come here. I'll wait for you at Starbucks."
Half an hour later, Abigail came running over wearing a red dress."
As Abigail approached, Norris couldn't help but smile and said, "Abigail, you are getting more and more beautiful."
A bright and charming face, with a complexion like a spring flower. It was a woman's most tender and best age.
"Sis, how have you been recently?"
After taking a sip of the coffee Norris ordered, Abigail asked softly.
Norris pushed her stray hair behind her ear and smiled: "Not bad."
