Ella
I can't help it. I begin to chuckle into my hand, and Rachel quickly follows. We snicker like schoolgirls as my best friend recounts to me what happened before she arrived.
"Real police officers, Ella! They passed right by me while I was wearing this fake uniform!" she says between her laughter.
"That is incredibly ironic," I counter. "Can you imagine if they'd asked for your identification or even if you were answering a call?"
She shakes her head, carefully wiping away a stray tear under her dark blue eyes so as not to ruin her perfect makeup. "Well, if one of them had asked me out, then maybe I'd have kept the charade going."
I scrunch my face into a tighter smile, amused. "Oh? Man or woman?"
"Either one is fine with me," she shrugs. "The blonde female definitely had me turning my head."
I allow myself to laugh harder, grateful for the best friend I have in Rachel.
"Besides," Rachel states, flipping her hair away from her, "I look perfect."