Tia had dragged her all over the city, and Rhea was utterly spent.
When they got home, Tia collapsed on her own bed, five shopping bags lying scattered on the floor.
"Aha! I'm tired!" Tia announced, spreading her arms and legs wide on the bed.
Rhea laid close to her in the small space remaining on the mattress.
"That was refreshing," Tia sighed, a smile on her face.
"That restaurant was beautiful, and the food... um, chef's kiss." Rhea's voice was full of excitement. "That guy who took your number was—"
"Hot, right?" Tia cut her off, suddenly turning to face her, her palms on her cheeks. "I hope he calls."
"Can't you just call him?" Rhea asked innocently, her expression blank.
"Why would I?" Tia eyed her once, then turned to the side.
"Isn't that why you exchanged contacts?" Rhea questioned, lifting her hands and shoulders in confusion.
"That doesn't matter. If he doesn't call, I won't. He should be the one craving me, not the other way around," Tia answered firmly.
"Oh!"
