Fifty-nine

I insert a chip covered in brown sauce into my mouth, barely tasting it. Stifling a groan at the heap of chips left in my plate, I scowl at Clarissa sitting across me with an empty plate in front of her. This place is not worth the hype, maybe it is but I am too tired to notice. Whatever the case, and like Clarissa said, from now on, we only roll in Gucci.

Thinking about it now causes me to laugh, her straight face after she hollered at the sight of the black card and proceeded to list all the Gucci things we will g