~Joan

“I think he's going to ask me out,” Rhoda gushed, a blush creeping across her cheeks as I styled her hair. I raised an eyebrow, staring at her reflection in the mirror as I secured the last pin in place.

“Oh, really?” I asked, and she nodded excitedly. Lucas had asked her to go on a date, and I honestly wondered what they could possibly be doing during all those times they met.

“He was like, ‘Rhoda, I've been meaning to ask—would you like to go on a date with ...