07 Apr 2021
So you have dragged yourself out of bed, slapped on some makeup and put on a pearl necklace and your fav cosy-core cardigan looking your Sunday best, ready to meet your BFF for brunch.
Your BFF arrives on time with a megawatt smile on her face, and she gives you a big-ass hug, and everything feels lovely.
You order avocado on toast, and she perks up at the thought of eating pancakes.
But then, like 10 minutes later, you find yourself poking your undercooked egg with a fork while your BFF taps away on her phone, and you’re thinking, “well… I guess there is something more important on her phone than my boring stories from this weekend.”