ISLA thought that they will just spend their day after class inside the coffee shop but here they are, arguing about what to wear because Becca wants to go to the bar and get tipsy.

“I’m good with my dress. If you disagree then I will not come—”

“Fine! I just want to dress you up—”

“Like what are you thinking? I know you will be leaving sooner yet do you have to act childishly?” she asked which makes Becca pout her lips.

Becca glared at her and then rolled her eyes. “K. dot. Let’s go then,” Becca uttered and started to walk her way toward the door.

She can’t...