~~~DIANA~~~
"I’m telling you, the girl is persistent," Pippa says, yanking a long strip of packing tape around a carton filled with face cream bottles.
The sharp sound pierces my eardrums. It’s so loud it actually hurts my head, but I can't tell her to stop, we're at work.
"She drove past my building again last night," Pippa continues. "She honked her horn like a maniac, asking me to peek out my window."
I can't help it. I blurt out the laugh I've been trying to hide.
I know what Pippa is doing. She's trying to distract me from the wild mess going on in my head about Mrs. Gable’s invitation today, and it’s clearly working.
"If I owned a Porsche, I’d honk at the window of the girl I like too, Pippa," I say, trying to hide my smile while I stack more heavy jars into the cardboard cart
