Makoto watched Eiko roll her shoulders backwards before flopping her head forward and whining, "This is my last Eve and I don't even have a date!"
"Last?"
"I'm turning 26 next month!" Eiko looked up again, bottom lip jutting out. "You know what they say about women and Christmas cakes!"
Makoto gripped the strap of her purse more tightly. "That's sexist nonsense."
"Tell that to my Tapricot chats." How Eiko could so dramatically move her upper body while walking down a busy street in heels, Makoto didn't know.
"It's fine to be 26 without a partner, or even a date, for Christmas Eve," Makoto stated firmly.
"Keep telling yourself that." Eiko wasn't convinced.
Makoto however was.
Wasn't she?
Author's Note: Different format for me. This story will be told in short vignettes. Will be back to your abnormally-scheduled longer-form fics soon. I hope you enjoy!