Nala's Dior heels clicked against eachother as she crossed her legs,

Nala: "You know that I don't drink decaf cappuccinos, who do you think I am? Someone who lives in Brooklyn?"

she quipped and rolled her eyes at her friend, irritated.

Nala was the African Queen Bee of Constance Billard and Manhattan itself, she wasn't ever going to let things drift to something that didn't suit her, and would never take no for an answer.

She glanced down at her manicured nails, her eyes drifted to the new student.