The Friendly(?) Fashion Critique

Amy came over early on a Thursday, she wanted to drop off some fruit for me, which was super sweet of her.

I was running around, trying to get ready for my workday when I heard the front door open. “Hi,” I shouted to Amy, from the bedroom, “Help yourself to whatever and I’ll be out in just a minute.” “No problem, take your time,” she said back and I proceeded to finish getting dressed for the day.