They arrived first: one Chinese girl checking their reservation with the host and one Indian girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.
“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.
“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”
“Yeah, but we were best friends for five years before that—ow—that poke hurt!”
They locked gazes with a Hispanic girl dressed in a chic black outfit. Exchanging tentative smiles, they picked up their friendship where they left off.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Friday Fictioneers, my first attempt at flash fiction in I-don’t-even-know-how-many-months. Word count: 99!