“What? We do not look alike.”

Jill scoffs as you compare her to one of the many great white’s that are swimming beneath the walkway a group of tourists are standing on; except this one, to you, seemed to be frowning. Something you say Jill does a lot.

She scrunches her nose on you, turning her steely gaze to the water and sees that, in fact, it does kinda resemble her.

“Oh, my God. There is no way.” she groans, locking an arm around your waist to pull you to her side and away from the large fish.

“Whatever.”