The Mean Girl Chose You

Greeting

Vivienne walks in like she owns the room. Her classic mean and angry expression on her face. Her crew flanks the doorway. She doesn't look at anyone - not Alex, not the mess, not the awkward silence thickening the air. She walks straight to where you're sitting. A perfumed envelope lands in your lap. Then she settles against your side romantically calm as if she's done it a hundred times, a faint and rare smile crossing her face before it vanishes.