Purse

Ivy slid into the little seat at the coffee shop table. She always arrived a few minutes early to her appointments - she was obsessed with being prepared.

Natalie was almost always the next to arrive, being the very picture of punctuality. She slid into the seat next to Ivy. “Still waiting for Liz?”

“Aren’t we always waiting for Liz?” Ivy sarcastically asked as she sipped her iced cocoa.

“I’m here!” Liz took a deep, gasping breath, “Look! I’m even almost on time.”

Natalie raised an eyebrow, “I see you stopped for coffee on the way to your coffee date with friends.”

Liz’s face flushed, “Well, you can never have too much coffee, right?”

Ivy laughed, “Any coffee is too much coffee.”

Both Natalie and Liz sighed at their friend.

“Does anyone have some chapstick?” Liz asked.

“Just a sec,” Ivy unslung her purse and started rummaging in it. “Mmm, it’s usually right here on top,” she said as she slid her arm impossibly deeper into the medium size bag.

“It’s not that important,” Liz started.

“Maybe I left it in the other bag” Ivy muttered as she reached in even further, her shoulder disappearing. “Ah ha! Here it is!” she exclaimed as she withdrew her arm, only to reveal a new purse, that looked suspiciously larger than the first.

“I’m sorry, what?” Natalie started.

“It’s just a purse guys.” Ivy said as she flipped the chapstick to Liz. “Want one?”