“Moms will be moms.” Hartley laughed, crossing her arms over chest. The blonde knew that Azalea had been away for a while and she was finally back home. Every time Hartley would glance over at the other female, her heart would be beating uncontrollably. “I’m sure New York isn’t anything like home. But I’m glad you’re back. Oh, is that so?” She chuckled, leaning back on the couch. “I’ve been good, definitely keeping busy with school and working part-time. Already looking at internships when I graduate.” She spoke, a soft smile on her face, not taking her eyes off Azalea. “Would you want something to drink?”
“That’s very true, but if I ever have kids, please remind me of that because I do not want to be one of those moms.” She laughed softly. It was nice to be back home, especially catching up with Hartley. She’d done it all in New York, almost never saying no to anything, at least not the first time. Clubs, parties, drugs, drinks, she’d done it all, and some days, she wondered how she was even still alive with all the stupid things she’d done. Though, it had been a great experience and she now had a notebook with ideas of improving the safety of all the partiers, she just had to actually invent them once she had enough to open her own lab. Listening to Hartley fill her in briefly, she smiled. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get the internship you want, but you’re 20, Hart. You still have a couple years before you graduate. Don’t get tunnel vision and forget to enjoy the college experience. You can be both the party girl and on the dean’s list every semester, believe me. I did it for six years, and I’m glad I did. I learned more about life partying than I did sitting in the classroom every day.” She kept her eyes focused on Hartley, just taking the girl in. All the girls she’d been with in the city, and none compared to the one in front of her now. She’d never realized it until now, when Hartley was in front of her after all this time, but the girl she grew up babysitting was the one who set the standard that everyone else had to compare to, and no one could. “I wouldn’t say no to the wine if you were ready for some, but I can wait.”