Lola pulled up outside your school and rolled down the car window, watching you through her sunglass.

"Come on, walk a little faster, put some leg in!" she teased as you walked to her car. Your bag was slung lazily on your shoulder as your jacket fell off the other. "My god, you're so slow..."

"Good day? Bad day? Tiring day? Come on, I wanna know the details, love," she said as she leaned over and opened the passenger door for you.