“Eeh?! Why did you call me that? (TTwTT)” was Hana’s reaction. Melissa told her it was cute like her, which flustered the poor maiden during her break 

The following days, Melissa and Hana kept chatting about everything, sharing GIFs and memes and videos. But none dared to ask for a proper hang-out: Hana was too shy, while Melissa (usually quite the womanizer) didn’t dare to defile such an innocent being. Thus, their friendship stayed purely virtual for days, despite Hana working 3 minutes from Melissa’s place.

When Andrew (Hana’s roommate) learned she finally made a friend, he rejoiced at the news and cheered her in order to make her socialize more. Indeed, even at school, she barely interacts with people (save for assignment needs). Therefore, Andrew was her only friend until Melissa appeared in her life.

Speaking of the latter, boredom filled her days at both work and home. She wanted to hang out at Hana’s workplace badly, but coming to the store again only to hit on the employee would rightly be frowned upon. Hence Melissa’s boredom mixed with frustration.

That is until she received a message from Alicia Wong during an unexciting Saturday afternoon. Nicknamed Lizzy, she is Melissa’s best friend (and former lover) since their junior high years. They are both adults now, but never outgrew their dynamic.

Lizzy: <Sup bitch, you free tonight?>

Melissa: <Heya bestie~! What do you have in mind? 😏>

Lizzy: <I’m alone tonight! My roommates are all out this week-end so… you in for the usual stuff?>

Melissa: <Damn yeah! I’m bored and horny a.f. these days!>

Lizzy: <‘K fat ass, bring yer buns here ASAP then 😈>

Melissa: <As you wish, wifey ❤️‍🔥Lemme hit the shower first and I’m yours 💋>

Melissa gathered her gear first: clean clothes, toothbrush, and some dental dam (‘cause protection is mandatory!). She was then ready to enter the shower and wash the foul odor reeking from her luscious body. 15 minutes tops, she thought… until she realized her mixer tap was malfunctioning again: the water either burned her smooth skin, or froze her voluptuous body – covering it with endless shivers.

This unpleasant experience made the water temperature even harder to balance, and what was supposed to be a quick shower turned out to be some gruesome 45-minute long ordeal that made her late. No time to waste then! Her RER was planned to arrive very soon at the Auber station and, since the A Line had railworks during that time of the year, she didn’t want to wait too long for another train.

But things rarely unfold as planned, and Melissa missed a train by mere seconds. Well… when life gives you lemons, you turn on some dating app to forget your sorrow. That is the solution our dear friend chose as well, for she hadn’t anything better to do (and waiting for the next train to come was bo~ring~!). The station was eerily quiet but that didn’t bother Melissa, who carefully swiped each profile after a thorough examination of their bios and pictures. Yet, no one seemed to please the gorgeous Mediterranean, because she had Hana’s image burnt into her mind and none could compare to the latter. Melissa didn’t realize it yet, but she was already infatuated with her new friend. And none seemed at least as appealing as the young Japanese lady to her eyes.

Until she appeared: Samantha, 26 years old (the same age as Melissa), a stunning woman hailing from the oversea region of Martinique. Her ebony skin was flawless, her curves a match for Melissa’s (although Sam were less athletic and a tad fluffier), and she was always sporting a huge bun on the top of her head, made with her locked hair. Regarding her bio, what was written was “Pansexual / Polyamorous / Proud owner&manager of a boba store 🧋/ 972 girlie 💖 / Loves to cook 🍲 / Mainly looking for serious relationships but I’m open for friendship with benefits… as long as said friendship is real 😉”. Not really Melissa’s type, but she still swiped her right; one does not simply turn down such eye-candy.

At this very moment, the next train finally arrived and the whole ride to Nanterre went without issue. When Melissa boarded, she saw Lizzy’s roommates / bandmates at the other platform, who waved to her (and likewise).

She then quickly arrived at destination. As soon as she rang the bell, Lizzy opened the door and, without waiting for Melissa to enter, she pulled her friend inside and quickly grabbed the back of her head, letting her thick curly hair to flow between her fingers.

Lizzy, breathless: “I missed you, bitch!”

Melissa: “… I’m happy to see you too, hon.”

Lizzy was wearing her signature hoodie with a ripped baggy, studded bracelets around each wrist, and sported her usual windy-hair wolfcut.

She didn’t wait for long before she used her right hand to pull Melissa’s face toward hers, while her left hand explored Melissa’s voluptuous curves. Then, Lizzy passionately pressed her luscious lips against Melissa’s heart-shaped mouth. As they made out, the former felt that something was not as usual. Like… no, that’s not possible? Melissa DiMaggio, the hookup collector, could be…?

Melissa, puzzled: ‘What’s wrong?”

Lizzy, stunned: “You… You’ve got a crush, I just feel it!”

Melissa, surprised: “Huh, what?”

Then, she realized: even if she never told her best friend (yet) about Hana, the two of them were familiar enough with each other to guess such a thing. Melissa admitted she met “someone special” and offered Lizzy to look at said special friend’s profile. They scrolled through and, even if Melissa found her appealing on every picture she posted, Lizzy was less fond of the girl than her friend.

Lizzy, bored: “Meh… I mean, she’s cute but not really my type. I’m not surprised though: you’ve always been in for them Asian chicks.”

Melissa, gently slapping Lizzy’s arm: “Hey! That’s not true!”

Lizzy, acting smug: “Oh yeah? So, why did you date me in junior high, to begin with?”

Melissa, vexed: “And why did YOU date ME?”

Lizzy: “‘Cause you’re a hoe.”

Melissa: “Shut your trap! And you’re gonna tell me you’ve never dated anyone from anywhere east of the Himalaya, with all the ethnic diversity we’ve got in Paris?”

Lizzy: “You crazy? I’m sure she would remind me of my mom at every goddamn second!”

Melissa, smirky: “Honestly, the only way it could be true would be if you dated Katsuni.”

Lizzy, acting mad: “I’m gonna kick your ass, tramp!”

Melissa, acting coy: “But why? Aunty Dao looks like her so~ much…!”

But, before Lizzy could make her threat a reality, a notification suddenly popped on Melissa’s phone screen: <You have a match with Samantha.>