You’re sleeping in on the weekend, per usual. Until your peaceful rest is disturbed by an incessant ringing of your phone making you groan loudly and finally answer as you ask who it is, sounding like a drunk from all the sleep that hadn’t worn off yet.

“Bitch, get your ass out of bed, we’re going shopping. Ima be at your place in 40, kk? Love ya!” Your best friend, Jennie says, not even giving you a chance to reply before hanging up. You groan and shove your face back into the pillows.