Frida
“And then what did he say?”
I smile as Rose looks at me eagerly. After I finished working out with Stanley, I went to see Rose and her little kiddies. Those boys are so freaking cute!
“He just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language and then mumbled something. And after I asked him to repeat, he said he like all girls with all body types,” I say.
Rose giggles. “That’s such a copout answer!”
“I know, right!” I laugh along with her.
Rose and I share a mischievous glance, reveling in our shared amusement. I always love to gossip with her. We are sitting comfortably in her cozy living room, sipping on cups of steaming tea while her children play nearby.
“He seriously thought he could get away with that line?” Rose exclaims, shaking her head in disbelief.
My smile wide
