After dinner, we had a driver's ed course in person with Alisha, and I didn't feel like she and Noah acted any differently than normal. I glanced at her neck, but didn't see the necklace like I thought I would. Maybe she put it away. I didn't think she normally wore jewelry anyways.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Alisha asked, putting a hand to her cheek.
I shook my head.
"Are you sure? Is it a pimple?" She pulled out her phone and turned her front camera on so she could see her reflection.
"You don't have any acne at all." Noah assured her. "Everyone is jealous of your face."
"As they should be." She said with a smile and patted her cheeks. "I do my skincare routine daily, plus the occasional mud mask." She looked at us. "Do you guys do any skin care?"
"Besides soap and water?" Noah laughed. "No."
"The injustice." She smacked the table and that got the driving instructor's attention.
"Are you listening, Alisha?" The man at the front of the room asked.
