Her hair was down today, she wore it this way a lot more regularly now and it looked… breathtaking. Clara was the type of tomboy you would still find incredibly sexy. Form fitting jeans, normal Tshirts and sandals with her hair tied up, and she would still look so pretty.
Her hair when tied still hung past her bra strap on her back.
She had the weirdest shade of blue nail polish on her toes and it just completed her look perfectly.
It had been a while since my best friend and I shared stollen kisses and we got along again as if nothing happened. We returned to our normal best friend banter, making jokes of what happened under our breathe and making jokes at others expense and discussing boys we liked and girls we hated. We would occasionally find ourselves sending naughty emojis in our chats, joking about what would happen when we were alone, never anything too risque though and luckily nothing came of those jokes in those weeks.
Off to work, another long boring Friday, my chats with Clara being all that kept me awake that day.
5PM.
Finally weekend!!