Kinsley
Meet us at MVP in an hour
MVP, the popular restaurant and bar in Moonshot, is so not the vibe I’m going for tonight. I had big plans of wearing sweats and living in my messy braid at least until tomorrow morning.
My fingers hover over the keyboard to tell her that, but Kinsley beats me to it.
Kinsley
I won’t take no for an answer. Do I need to pick you up?
Me
No
“Sorry,” I say to Wren. “Kinsley’s trying to get me to go out tonight.”
“You should,” my sister says, sounding a little less angry now that we’re off the topic of her roommate.
“Eh.”
“What are you going to do instead?” she asks. “Sit at home and doom scroll?”
“I’m listening to that podcast you sent me. I have two episodes left and they finally tracked down the ex-boyfriend.”
“Ooh. You’re almost to the end!”
My phone pings again.
Kinsley
No, I don’t need to pick you up or no, you refuse to run a brush through your hair.
Me
Both.
Kinsley
Put on a hat if necessary.
Kinsley
Oh wait. Scratch that. Skylar says dress like you want to feel.
Me
Even if I want to feel frumpy and comfortable?
Kinsley
In that case, dress like I want you to feel: sexy and confident.
“You should still go out though,” Wren says. “It’ll be fun.”
“Did Kinsley just text you to say that.”
“Maaaaaybe.” She laughs. “Go shower, get dressed, and if you still don’t feel like going, then call me back and I’ll complain about Sara some more.”
