I throw some clothes on before stomping downstairs. Jasmine is talking to Mateo in the foyer as I come down. She looks up as we walk down, and she stares at me before her mouth falls open.
“Damn, look at your eyes!” She rushes up the stairs and grabs my face, looking at my now gold freaky ass eyes.
“That is so cool,” she gushes, with a smile.
“Glad you think so, to me, it's a beacon saying freak!” I grumble, in complaint.
“You're not a freak, Kat,” she scolds, with a roll of her eyes. She grabs my hand and tugs me down the stairs. Picking up a plastic bag from near the door and rummaging through it. “I brought facials with me,” she announces with a grin.
“Pretty sure that's a cucumber,” Mateo points out, making me giggle. Mateo shrugs, folding his arm across his chest when she glares
