Let it pass

Shaking your head with a brief laugh you break the loose embrace and step back.

"We'll be the two hottest bitches at the car wash!" you giggle. "Those other sluts won't stand a chance." You see the uncertainty fade from Steph's face, replaced by a sudden smile as the two of you return to your changing rooms.

The two of you make your purchases and giggle over coffee and pastries together at a nearby Starbucks, excitedly chattering about the car wash, and the bet. By the time you part, about an hour later, you've all but forgotten the unsettling moment in the swimwear shop.