We’re taking a little detour from Ace & Hallie this week… because every Hallie needs an Olivia! So here’s to best friends! ❤️

Hallie’s phone rang and she picked up immediately. “Hey, what’s going on?” she answered.
    “Are you dressed?” Olivia, her best friend, asked.
    Hallie glanced down at her sweats. “Yep.”
    “For going out in public?”
    “Sure.”
    “I don’t mean down to the corner store for midnight snacks.”
    Hallie glanced down again. “Yeah, that’ll be a no.”
    “Exactly. Put on something nice. A dress or something.”
    Hallie scowled. “Why?”
    “I’m coming to get you.”
    “For what?”
    “We’re going out.”
    “Out?” Hallie checked the time. “Out where? It’s nine-thirty already.”
    She heard Olivia’s exasperated sigh come through the phone. “Do you hear yourself?”
    “Loud and clear.”
    “Get dressed.”
    “But I’m not finished with my popcorn.”
    “Well finish it real fast then put on something fancy.”
    “How fancy?”
    “I told you already. A dress or something.”
    “Or something leaves a lot of options.”
    Olivia laughed, and Hallie heard a car horn in the background. “No jeans. No tees. No comfy shorts. No sports bras. No work boots. Absolutely no sweats.”
    “That doesn’t leave much, does it?” Hallie muttered, waving bye to Clara Belle and heading to her apartment above the garage.
    “It leaves plenty. You have nice clothes. Put them on. Oh, and wear sexy panties.”
    Hallie stopped, pulling up short just before reaching her front door. “What do you mean wear sexy panties? For what?”
    “Do I have to explain everything?”
    Hallie walked into her apartment. “No, but you definitely have to explain the panties.”
    “We’re going out to meet men.”
    “What men?”
    Olivia’s heavy sigh came through the phone again. “Whatever hot men we meet, and we’re doing it in sexy panties. Now come on, Grandma. Get dressed.”
    “Did you just call me grandma?”
    “Did you just imply it was too late to go out at nine-thirty on a Friday night?”
    “I’m sure I did no such thing,” Hallie said, knowing full well she had.
    “Whatever. Change the sweats. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
    “Bold of you to assume I’m wearing sweatpants.”
    “Hallie?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Are you wearing sweatpants?”
    “Yep.”
    “Change. Now. Fifteen minutes!”