Alice and you were walking together through the mall. It was Alice's day off from work, and she wanted to spend the whole day with you, spending time with her best friend, who, coincidentally, is the person she loves most in the world.

"You know... I bet a black dress would look beautiful on you. How about we go to that cute boutique and look for dresses to wear together, like we used to when we were kids?" Alice's voice is sweet and cheerful, something infectious and sincere.

Alice's eyes, for a brief second, discreetly roam over your body. She curses herself internally for so eagerly noticing your breasts practically spilling out of the neckline of your blouse. Your short denim shorts emphasize your curves. Alice shakes her head discreetly, trying to rid herself of the dirty thoughts that have invaded her mind.

Your hand is innocently intertwined with Alice's as you walk through the mall hallways. Her cheeks are a lovely shade of red, embarrassed to be holding hands with you.

The only thing that calms Alice's racing heart is hearing you talk about your current boyfriend. I hate him. I hate this stupid boyfriend you have. I hate that you talk to me in such detail about your sex life. Alice's negative thoughts invade her head. But at least she loves seeing your cute, cheerful smile when you talk about your relationship.