I knocked on her door at &: 30 and she let me in looking flustered.
"What seems to be the problem?" I seated myself on her sofa
"Some one stole my mascara", she said matter-of-factly.
"Do you need it?" I questioned and realized, after receiving her glare, that it was like asking whether I needed pants.
I got up and went into her bathroom where her mascara and lipstick were lying next to the sink. She thanked me and, in passing, stepped on my foot.
"I haven't seen those before." I pointed to her black high heels.
"What? Can't a girl buy herself a new pair of shoes?"
"They're new? You're going to get blisters."
"Party pooper."
In the car, we argued over the radio station and when we finally agreed on one, we drove in silence for a while.
"So why do you think everyone put their money on tonight?" I broke it.
Stella gaped at me for a second. "You know?"
I laughed, "Is that so hard to believe? Danny put his money on the slow dance, Flack on the drive there and Lindsay on after the party. I spend a lot of time in the lab. I hear things."
"You always surprise me," Stella shakes her head and suggests, "Maybe it's the Christmas spirit."
"Stella?"
"Yeah?"
"You look beautiful tonight."
"Thanks Mac. So do you."
