"Angela...This isn't right."
"It's just a birthday. Miss Moore shouldn't be making a fuss, right?"
"Angela," Sherry White shook her head at her, "Let's just drop it."
"..." Angela Banks looked at her beautiful face, her eyes darkened for a moment, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she just led her towards the parking lot.
*
The weather was a bit gloomy.
When Norris Moore woke up from her nap, she felt a slender arm wrapped around her waist. She didn't know when the man had come back, but he was now holding her and sleeping with her in bed.
Feeling her movement, the arm around her waist tightened slightly, and the man's breath fell on her ear, along with his voice: "Awake?"
"Mm." Norris patted the back of his hand, "Let go. I need to get up."
