look instead of layering on thick globs of foundation and powder.
After getting dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a simple black tank top, I headed to the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. I turned on the Keurig, ready to make my first cup of morning coffee.
"For the love of God, what are you doing up this early?" Bree stumbled out of her room with her hair sticking up everywhere. Her eyes were half-open, and there was a little bit of drool at the corner of her mouth.
"I have orientation." I glanced at my phone and placed it down on the table. "In thirty minutes. You know that. We talked about it at dinner."
"Right now, that's like a year ago." She watched me as I popped in a coffee pod. "Please tell me that's for me."
"What? No." I held my finger out to her. "You can make your own the same way I did."
"Fine." She sat at the end of the table and placed her head on her hands.
"Why don't you go back to bed?" I hit brew on the coffee maker and dug through the refrigerator. I'd honestly expected it to be bare, but it was full. I eyed some cream cheese. "Are there bagels?"
"Yeah, in the pantry." She kept her head on the table, but she raised an arm, pointing at the closet in the corner right next to the fridge.
"Got it." I opened up the pantry. It was fully stocked with popcorn, bagels, granola bars, chips; basically, if you named something, we had it. "Hot damn. Why did we even go to the cafeteria last night?" It was still strange calling it a cafeteria, especially since it was the equivalent of a restaurant chain.
"Because I didn't feel like cooking." She shrugged her shoulders and banged her head slightly on the table again.
"Oh, dear Lord." My coffee cup was done brewing, but she was being so dramatic I was willing to sacrifice it. "Here." I set it next to her hand.
"Thank you." She raised up and placed her hand around the cup. "And I'm up because I have a stupid ten AM class tomorrow morning. I have to somewhat get back on a schedule now. Do you know how insane that is? Who takes early morning classes?"
"I like them." Granted, I didn't have any yet, but I wasn't opposed to them at all. "You get them out of the way. Speaking of which, do I need to work somewhere to keep my scholarship in place?"
"God, no." She snorted and took a long sip of what should've been my coffee. "You don't have to do anything for it."
"It's really no problem." I grabbed another coffee cup out of the cabinet before popping another pod in the machine and brewed another cup. "I kinda feel bad getting a free ride." I opened and shut a few cabinet doors until finally I found a plate and pulled a knife from a drawer.
“Dear God, can you not be quiet,” she grumbled.
I spread the cream cheese on my bagel. “Hey, I don’t know where everything is yet.” I threw the knife in the sink and picked up my coffee.
"A job … that's not how things work here." She yawned and took another large sip.
"Well, let me know if your dad wants me to." I sat next to her and took a large bite.
"Speaking of which." Her blue eyes finally looked to be semi-alive. "Dad wants to have coffee with us Friday."
"With me?" I don't know why, but I didn't expect that.
"Well, yeah. He's kind of your sponsor so it would be good for you to meet him. Besides he wants to see who the girl is that I wanted to come here." She shrugged. "I hope you don't mind."
"What? No, of course not." Even if I did, I didn't have a leg to stand on. "Sure, that sounds great. I just don't know what my schedule is yet."
"No worries. We can figure it out later." She winked at me and then arched an eyebrow. "You inhaled that bagel."
"I hate being late." There were some things I was stringent on, and time was one. "Where am I supposed to meet them again?"
"Right outside the restaurant." She tapped her finger on the table. "How about I meet you down there when it's over? We can get a coffee?"
"They have coffee there? And you're drinking one now."
"No, I mean a good one. Like a latte or something." She waved me off. "You know