Sabrina laughed happily, proud of herself, revealing two dimples on her cheeks. "Hah, I do all kinds of things!"
Yvonne was even more interested. "Tell us, tell us, what else do you do?"
"Hmm..." Sabrina cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment, then said with a pleased expression on her face, like a little girl. "For example, when you're out with your boyfriend, and your hands are all dirty from the food you ate but you don't have any tissues, what should you do? You could just carelessly slip your hand into your jeans pocket and wipe off the dirt on the inner cloth of your pocket. Also, when you're out shopping with your friend and you're sweaty all over, then your crush calls you and says he’ll be here in five minutes, again, you have nothing to wipe off your sweat with, what do you do? Lift up the lining of your skirt and wipe your sweat off. These are all my little life hacks. No, silly tricks!"
Yvonne and Ruth laughed out loud. At that moment, she suddenly realized Sabrina was indeed cute. She wasn't pretentious or fake at all, cute like the little girl next door. At that moment, Ruth realized Sabrina’s quiet and reserved side was only for a specific crowd. When she was relaxed, she wasn't taciturn at all, shining bright like the sun.
Ruth relaxed too. "Sabrina...no, uhm, Mrs. Ford, I really admire you."
Sabrina said, "Just call me Sabrina, Mrs. Ford sounds s o pretentious."
"Sabrina."
"Yeah." Sabrina smiled.
"You’re so great," Ruth said sincerely.
Sabrina laughed. "You're no pushover yourself, showing off your presence the first day I came."
"What! You gave as much as you took, I didn't gain anything from you."
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