“This will have to do,” she said, “if I have a chance, I’ll find you something else.”
“Oh no, you really don’t have to, I’ll be fine with what I have—”
“Come on, we have to get to the car.”
Tess grabbed the suitcase and followed Colette down the stairs to the bottom of the apartment building. The stairs were a bit gross at the best of times, and Tess couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she watched Colette pick her way over puddles of suspicious liquid in her fancy high heels.
When they got to the car, Tess tried, and failed, to hide her surprise. Usually, Colette traveled with a fair amount of style, it was true, but she’d swapped out her usual fairly-cool car for a sleek black number, the kind that made strangers turn their heads as they passed. Tess knew basically nothing about cars, but even she could tell that it was a seriously fancy car. It was probably worth more than her entire apartment.
“Like what you see?” Colette smirked.
“It’s…pretty neat.”