“Kayce… ano ba? I still have things to do. Can’t this wait?” she asked impatiently.
KC ignored her whines as she continued to drag her along the parking lot of Sarah’s building.
“Ugh!” she groaned “At least walk slower? These shoes weren’t made for walking!” she complained again. Her 5 inched heels weren’t really comfy.
Still, KC didn’t respond.
Sarah sighed and followed her closest friend, KC Concepcion… not the best influence, but still, one of the few people Sarah trusted.
“If this is another old car you want to buy… I swear to God, I’ll kick your ass for this” She threatened.
