Chloe closed her laptop, and started to put away her pens and notebook. “Sacha, are you ready?” she asked the woman sitting at the table across from her. Sacha was short and soft, with dark hair that curled. She was warm all the way through- someone who would love and take care of of anyone who needed it. Chloe was thoroughly smitten with her best friend.
Sacha looked up through clouded eyes, still thinking about the commission she’d been working on. She was an artist, with art as bright as she was. “Sure, Clo. Do you want to work out?” Sacha had a penchant for exercise- claimed it helped her work off nervous energy. Chloe had a penchant for watching her, and agreed without much prodding.
A walk across campus later, and the two of them were in the changing room. Chloe put down her bag at her normal locker, 17, and peeled off her burnt orange sweater. Behind her, she could hear Sacha’s bag rustling, and the sound of her blouse hitting the floor. It was all Chloe could do to keep from turning around, and she desperately wished that the universe might twist Sacha’s bra strap so that she’d ask Chloe for help fixing it. Lost in her pleasant thoughts, Chloe dressed for their workout and walked onto the gym floor.