Macie sat with me in her car for a long while. I showed no intentions of getting out, and she dared not ask me to do so. The overly artistic hairstylist had given me a haircut that was too eccentric for my liking. At that moment, we looked at each other wordlessly as Macie fought back her laughter.
I glanced at my watch. Time was ticking, and I knew that I couldn't spend the entire night in Macie's car.
Get more PearlsTop Up
Go to Joyread app
Then you can read more chapters. And you'll find other wonderful stories on Joyread.