The Relationship Contract

The afternoon sun beat down, turning my small apartment into a sauna. Groaning, I tried to fan myself, wishing for a breeze. Just then, the doorbell erupted in a frantic, continuous ring. "Oh, for god's sake, Lisa!" I muttered, already knowing who it was. My best friend had the patience of a gnat. I scrambled off the bed, hastily pulling a top over my head.
"I'm coming!" I yelled at the door, but the ringing didn't stop. As soon as I wrenched it open, Lisa burst in, a sheepish grin on her face. "What the hell, Lisa!" I exclaimed, but my irritation vanished as I took her in. She was dressed to kill: a short blue mini-skirt, a pink crop top, and sparkling white sneakers. Lisa, with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, always looked perfect. It was hard not to feel invisible next to her, but I wasn't jealous. I was proud to call such a beautiful person my best friend.
She settled onto the couch, and I wiggled my eyebrows. "What's the occasion?" I asked, a grin spreading across my face. She blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I'm going out on a date with Mason."
