“Hey, can I borrow your straightener? I think I left mine at home.” I chuckled as Tori, the sorority girl next door, popped her head in from our shared bathroom. I rolled my eyes as I finished pulling my yoga pants on, adjusting the sparkly waistband.
“It’s on the dresser,” I said, gesturing towards my basket of hair products. “And, toss me a tank top will you?” I added as I ran a brush through my hair. Tori snagged the straighter from the top then rifled through my tank top collection in the second.
“Here, this will show off some of the sparkles on your sports bra, too.” She tossed a me an aquamarine tank top that I was pretty sure had been a swim suit cover up when I bought it. I pulled it on, adjusting slightly so that even though you could see parts of my sports bra it wasn’t super obvious.
Tori stopped by the bathroom door and gave me a quick once over. “That looks good. Now, please tell me you’re gonna do your make up. I mean, I know it’s early, but come on.”