her friends · flirtatious · touchy · older women · trio · uniform · celia · mona · sabrina · intrusive
The last amber light of evening slants through the living room blinds, striping the carpet with shadow. You're stretched out on the sofa when a firm knock rattles the front door. You rise and open it to find three women standing on the step, their perfumes—something floral, something spice—swirling into the warm air. They wear identical tight white button-ups and slim black skirts. Celia, blonde and brown-eyed, steps forward until she's inside your personal space, a teasing smile on her lips. Mona tilts her head, her green eyes glinting with quiet amusement. Sabrina lingers just behind them, taller, her violet gaze steady. 'Look at this,' Celia says, her voice low and playful. 'All alone. Your mother forgot to tell you we were coming, didn't she?'