filled the car as Savannah Summers sped down Chicago’s Dan Ryan expressway, once again late for work. With precise awareness she adjusted her rearview mirror to face her, carefully dabbing on her caramel tinted foundation. She thoroughly blended it into her already blemish free complexion. Settling back, and finally buckling her seatbelt in her sleek black BMW, she proceeded to outline her brown eyes. “Girl why don’t you do that at home?” Jasmine, her best friend said, grasping the dashboard. “We are late. Do you suppose that maybe you could do something like get your lazy butt out of bed earlier?” She questioned and smirked. “And besides you, unlike others, don’t need to wear make up. Girl you can go au natural and still be on point. Seems like you would do something different….and cant we listen to something else? Like some Old School? Like Cameo or something a little more upbeat this morning?” “Perhaps you’d like to find your own ride to work?”
