Kaylee: From our day in New York. It's so much more amazing than I remember.
Emma: Slightly less gross.
Kaylee: I won't tell Brendon.
She's usually good about keeping my secrets. No, she's always good about keeping my secrets.
I press my lips together.
Look around the room for some kind of sign.
There's nothing. Just the hum of the tattoo gun and Chloe and Dean exchanging barbs. I swear, it looks like she's flirting with his client. But why would she be flirting with his client? She's not the flirty type. And she's super into him.
Like crazy in love with him.
Maybe it's some foreplay thing they do.
Leighton and Ryan are like that. He gets off on watching her thrust her tits into customer's faces.
It's weird. But kinda hot too.
Emma: What about when he's picking up your phone to look at your nudes?
Kaylee: OMG, Em!
Emma: You're right. You send those straight to him.
Kaylee: No comment.
Emma: OMG, you do not.
Kaylee: No comment.
Emma: Kaylee Hart!
Kaylee: Do you really want to know?
Emma: God no.
Kaylee: Would you even care if I had nudes?
Emma: I don't want to think about my brother's spank bank.
Kaylee: Well…
Emma: I will… What's the text equivalent of hang up?
Kaylee: You won't.
Emma: I miss you.
Kaylee: I miss you too. But I'm back soon.
Emma: Then you have school.
Kaylee: We've made busy work before.
Emma: True.