(Author's POV)
"So, sis, how was your lunch with Fabian?" Wendy questioned Myra and Yelena as they all sat down on the dining table.
Myra smacked Wendy's forehead with her spoon as she said, "He is your professor, Wendy. Call him Prof. Stephens."
"Oww! That hurts, sis," parting her newly styled hair bangs she rubbed her forehead as she turned around and asked Yelena, "It has turned red? I can feel a bump forming already," she pouted, her voice pitiful.
Yelena the tip of Wendy's nose playfully and spoke, "Drama queen, aren't you, sweetheart."
Wendy clicked her tongue playfully at Yelena then inquired once again, "So, how was it, 'the date'? Where did you guys go?" When she said the word 'date', her eyes shifted to Myra's face.
Myra gave Wendy a side eye as she enunciated each word carefully, "How many times have I told you? It was not a date, Wendy. Stop reading those trashy novels. They are making your mind filled with nonsense thoughts. We are good friends, nothing more."
