"Paper is paper, don't be so picky."
Marcellia's brows shot up, "You do?"
I opened my hand, "Hand me a pen and paper."
I looked up from the phone when I felt neither being placed in my hand, "Hello? I need a pen and paper."
Cloey shrugged, "I have a piece of paper, but I don't have a pen."
I looked at Marcellia, but she was busy on her phone like always. I snapped my fingers in front of her face, "Hey!"
Marcellia didn't even look up from the small device in her hand when she responded, "No, I don't have any of those. Our bags were stolen remember?"
I narrowed my eyes at her, "Don't say that like it's not your fault."
With a sigh, I sat properly in my seat, while Cloey started the car. "Where to?" She excitedly questioned.
My brows shot up when an idea came to mind and I turned to face Cloey, "Give me the piece of paper and lend me your eyeliner."