‘ do you wanna know what i can’t fuckin’ stand? ’ adelina began, fiddling around with a few stray locks of hair. ‘ when you make plans with someone, get dressed up and lookin’ cute for your night out, then get a text message from them thirty minutes before you’re supposed to meet saying that they have to cancel. ugh. you do know what this means, don’t you? ’ the girl inquired, letting a few seconds drift by before she continued. ‘ you’re taking me out tonight. i don’t care what the fuck we do, but i’m not letting two and a half hours of hair and makeup go to waste because some asshole decided to bail. comprénde? ’