her face and neck as she limped toward the door.
“I’m never coming back,” she muttered.
“You say that every time we do this class.”
“And I mean it. Later I forget, but this time I’m getting a tattoo so it doesn’t slip my mind.”
“Wasn’t there a movie about that?”
“Someone hating spin class? I don’t think so.”
Margot smiled. “Using tattoos to remember things. It doesn’t matter. Come on, I’ll buy you a smoothie.”
Sunshine rolled her eyes. “You mean at that juice place, don’t you? How about a milk shake from a burger place instead?”
“You just burned a bunch of calories and did something good for your body. Wouldn’t you rather have a vegan smoothie?”
“No.”
“I think you’re just pretending.”
“I’m sure that’s it.”
They walked across the parking lot to the juice store. Margot ordered her usual green drink of spinach, parsley, cucumber and kale with a little red apple tossed in for sweetness. Sunshine chose a protein drink with almond milk, cacao, banana and vegan vanilla protein powder.
“I’d rather have ice cream,” she said as they sat with their drinks at one of the outside tables. “You should care about my happiness.”
“I care about your health, too.”
“I don’t mind being fat. I’ve accepted my body shape. It is what it is.”
“You’re not fat.” Not in the least, Margot thought. Sunshine was lush and curvy. She looked vibrant and sexy and alive.
Margot, on the other hand, looked cool and distant. There was something about the way she talked or moved that put off people who didn’t know her well. She knew that technically she was considered beautiful, but in an “under glass” kind of way. People didn’t see her as approachable or warm.
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