'Just a quick polish. It's my treat' wheedled Carmen, nudging Miranda along.
'I can do it at home' Miranda tugged back petulantly.
'But you never do.'
Miranda gave up and allowed the other woman to pull her into the nail salon. She did not like being on the receiving end of Carmen's rare spontaneity. It meant being girly. Miranda was no good at being girly. She looked at the row of bottles. Pointed to one.
Carmen sighed.
'You choose the most boring one?'
'Classic. It's classic. The Queen wears it' said Miranda stubbornly. The delicate pale pink sheen would do. Nothing outlandish. She could focus on it while the nail lady poked and prodded and got handsy.
'Well, if the Queen wears it...'
Carmen and Miranda turned her heads to look at the grinning Roberto, hands outstretched while an inky black was applied to his angular nails.
'Who's that?'
Miranda muttered an introduction and sighed when he declared that fruit bowls were the latest office accessory.
Carmen laughed, starting an animated conversation while Miranda tuned out. She sighed. Of all the nail bars in town, she had to walk into this one. Now she was never going to hear the end of it. Max was going to be insufferable.