Kara glared and fumed as her hair was touched again. This was hardly the time or place to be trying to fix her hair. Now she would be known as super bad hair girl.
"Not any better," the blonde grumbled.
Sighing, she was grateful for the arrival of the waitress with their menus. She was hungry! Some food would help her get over her messy hair. She hated helmets...
"Pancakes please. Lots and lots of syrup. Oh! As well as strawberries with whipped cream on top," she blurted out immediately. Blinking as she realized she had been asked about drinks, not food, she blushed and looked sheepish. "Milk."
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Sleeping through the landing, Chrissy didn't feel a thing, the landing was so smooth. She had her left hand up inside the pillowcase...as if thinking it was Steph's shirt. All while spooning the poor pillow.