The next day:
I wasn't a very social child. I had limited number of friends, but one of my oldest friends was Noelle. She was a dark, tall girl with hazel eyes and coiled hair that could make anyone weak on their knees, her beauty so radiant that it made me feel inferior when I stood next to her even though I was the one supposed to be a supermodel.
To be honest, Noelle was offered her fair number of offers to be a model too, but she never accepted any of them, always staying loyal and dedicated to her childhood dream of wanting to be a doctor.
Noelle shifted for California when we were only ten, but we somehow still managed to stay in touch all through the years. And now that I was here in Queens and she was only an hour away in Manhattan, we'd decided to meet up over lunch.
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