"Damn girl, did you get hit by a bus?" Zhuri asked when she got home and saw her best friend wallowing. Tatiana was seated on her favorite couch, stuffing her face with ice cream and chocolates. She looked like she wanted the world to take a break and let her be.
Zhuri looked at the countless ice cream tins on the floor, and she didn't need to be told that the beautiful Tatiana had emptied their ice cream stock. So much for shopping once a week.
"Here, want some?" Tatiana said to Zhuri, who was still talking to the woman before her.
For a girl who always had self-control, Tatiana looked like shit. Her ever so neat hair was covered in ice cream patches, and there was an ugly trail from the kitchen to where she was sitting. Zhuri had to do another one-over on her best friend before deciding to sit down with her and listen to her.
"Yeah, bring it here," Zhuri said, surprising Tatiana. Zhuri being in a dirty living room with Tatiana was new for a clean freak.