Kim called on a random afternoon.
Mia was folding laundry on her bed when her phone buzzed beside her. She glanced at the screen, saw Kim's name, and paused mid-fold. A smile crept across her face.
"About time," she muttered before answering. "You're alive."
Kim groaned on the other end. "Don't even start. I've been buried. I'm sorry."
Mia flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a sock dangling from one hand. "Relax. I get it. You're a working woman now. Too important for the little people."
"Shut up," Kim laughed. "I texted you last week."
"Yeah. 'Busy.' One word. Very thoughtful."
"I was literally running between meetings!"
"Mm-hmm." Mia grinned. "And here I thought we were best friends."
"We are best friends, you dramatic human."
"Then act like it."
Kim let out a breath that was half laugh, half sigh. "Okay but listen. I called for a reason."
"Oh?" Mia said, sitting up slightly. "Same here, actually."
Kim gasped. "No way."
"Yes way."
