She smiles at Brita, returning the yawn with a laugh. She puts her seude red jacket on, and pulls out her black leather purse. She pulls out a red pad of paper, and a white gel pen. It neat scroll, she writes out her cell number four times. One for Amalia, one for Brita, one for Fiona, and one for Chale. Handing them the slips of paper, she waves to them all.
Same, I agree with Brita. See you all later, okay?
She hugs Amalia, then does the same to Fiona, and kisses Chale on the cheek. Laughing, she shakes her head.
Might want to whipe that off.
She says, gesturing to the red lipstick on his cheek. She waves one more time, then takes Brita's hand.
