2. Introverts love food
It's around 3:00 PM when my best friend, Amu, calls and asks if I want to come over and hang out with her at her place. Accepting, I toss my phone onto my nicely made bed and go to pick out an outfit that ends up consisting of a loose red T-shirt, a pair of blue jean shorts and a light grey zip-up hoodie. Pulling on my blue converse, I step outside and smile. Spring is coming to a close; the evidence found in the rising temperatures and less frequent storms. The blue sky with the sun shining brightly instead of hiding behind the clouds is always a bonus as well. Stopping at the curb, I look both ways- yes, I do that still- before crossing the road and making a B-line towards Amu's blue house which is diagonal from my yellow one. Opening her light brown door, I step inside and give the waiting pinkette my signature greeting. "So, where's the food?" I ask while rubbing my hands together and looking her in the eyes with dead seriousness. I watch in amusement as she fights down the urge face palm. "Nice to see you too, Rima," she says.
