"Hey, Em ?"
Emily excused herself from her conversation before turning towards Sarah.
"I think there's something wrong with my clothes."
"What ? Why ?"
"Well, every time I talk to someone, they keep staring at my chest and... Hey ! You're doing it too !"
"Sorry, sorry." said Emily, quickly looking straight up to Sarah. "But, you like that hoodie, right ?"
"Yeah, it's comfy, but..."
"And your pants are nice, right ?"
"Well, they're a bit too baggy, but..."
"And you don't mind when my friends stare, right ?"
"No, I love it ! But..."
"What's the problem, then ?"
"They shouldn't !" exclaimed Sarah ! "My clothes are boring as fuck ! I haven't looked that plain since I was, like, seventeen ! I don't understand why people keep checking me out. And you're doing it again !"
"Sorry." said Emily with a grin. "But, maybe you just look amazing. You're a freakin' bombshell, and even baggy clothes can't hide that."
"You think ?"
"I'm sure of it, Sarah ! Now, stop worrying, go back to the party, and enjoy yourself !"
"Yeah ! Sorry for bothering !" said Sarah cheerfully before walking away.
The sway of her bare hips turned a few heads.
"How did you... ?" asked Emily's conversation partner.
Her only answer was a smile.