227 The right amount of sugar (1/2)
”Go wash your face first. I don't understand why you have to wear makeup when you're not even working,” Ryn said, walking to the kitchen to get something to drink. It was a hot day and she was getting thirstier as the time past.
Mika nodded dumbly. She went into the bathroom with her handbag. Inside her bag was a make-up remover. She always brought a mini set of her make-up for touch up and even when she needed to spend a night somewhere.
She started by taking off the makeup before she reached for the tube of face cleanser Ryn left on the sink thoughtlessly this morning. She frowned seeing the tube was squeezed almost dry and knowing her best friend, Ryn might not have a new one to replace it when it was completely empty.
Mika wiped her hands dry and tapped furiously on her mobile phone. She then checked other things in the cabinet, checking what else that was almost finished.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she was grumbling about Ryn's laziness of making sure she has enough stock. She went looking for Ryn and found her best friend checking the refrigerator.
”Do we have enough for dinner or are we taking a take-out?” Mika asked when she saw nothing on the counter. Ryn usually piled the ingredients on the counter before she cooked. But there was none.
”Hmm... almost enough but I'll order just in case,” Ryn replied and reached for her phone. She quickly downloaded a food delivery service the make-up artist told her this morning when she heard she always had no time to cook or buy outside especially when she had so many jobs. Once she reached home, she was too exhausted to go out to buy food even though she was hungry. Maybe that was why recently she lost weight.
”See what you like?”
Unlike Mika who always decided on both of them, Ryn showed the options of the food they could order to Mika. She let Mika looked through the menu while she turned back her attention to the refrigerator to check what she could make while waiting for the food ordered to be delivered.
Mika chose what she wanted and wanted to hand back the phone to Ryn but paused when she was Ryn was taking out three packs of steak. Mika paused. Steak again?
Could Ryn choose another menu for dinner? Wouldn't she feel sick eating the same thing over and over again?
Ryn washed her hands and took the phone from Mika. She scrolled quickly and chose her food. Then, she put down her address.
”Cash on delivery?” Mika asked before added with a frown, ”Or a card?”
”Cash,” Ryn replied as she continued preparing her steaks.
”You have freshened up or just washed your face?” Ryn finally noticed Mika was still wearing the same clothes she wore this morning.
Ryn was going to make a spicy steak?
”Besides, the steaks need to defrost first before you can work with it,” Mika pointed out. She would not be able to make the steaks Ryn wanted to make. She hated cooking and usually, Ryn was the one doing all the work.
”Wait for the delivery,” Ryn reminded before she walked into her room. Her body was so sticky and she could not wait to wash all the sweats and make-ups off her body.
Mika sat on the cushion, waiting for the delivery. She suddenly jumped forward, ”Oh no, my youtube channel.”
It had been long for her to record something for her channel. She did not even have the chance to make a Q&A session which her fans asked frequently.
She looked around, looking for a suitable corner to do her video. She was getting so excited but something poured cold water on her enthusiasm. The lighting was unsuitable for the recording and she did not even bring the tripod!
She was too excited to spend time with Ryn she forgot about her own Youtube channel!
She crossed her arms and sulked quietly. She could not believe how clumsy she was. Why? Why she could bring a whole bag of make-up and necessities but she did not bring her tripod?
The bell rang.
Mika quickly jumped onto her feet and reached for her wallet. She opened the door and smiled at the man wearing all pink holding a bag. She asked for the price and quickly paid it before she took the plastic bag the man holding.