"Courtney, I think this perfume will smell good," Melissa said, as she plucked one perfume from the neatly arranged display of identical bottles on the shelf.

But Courtney was a bit restless, "Melissa can we go home already? I don't feel comfortable here at all."

Melissa turned to Courtney, her face twisted in frustration. "That's the problem with you, Courtney," she said, her voice tinged with exasperation. "You rarely venture out in public, and when you do, you act like you've gone above and beyond, even if you've barely spent five minutes."

Courtney sighed, "I don't feel comfortable, that's all. Stop trying to make a fuss out of it."

Melissa...