Laura Lowell rinsed her mouth with water, then grabbed a towel to wipe the toothpaste from her lips. "You're insane. Stop being such a gossip."
Hannah Hale raised an eyebrow. "You two didn't sleep together, did you? Though, it would be understandable. Dr. Shaw is so handsome, and with that kind of chemistry, it's only natural for sparks to fly. I get it."
"It's a real shame you're not a scriptwriter. You could cook up the entire plot of a TV drama in your head in minutes."
Speechless, Laura Lowell poked Hannah Hale on the forehead.
'My two best friends… their brains are really wired the same way when it comes to this stuff.'
'That guy Zachary Redgrave was going on and on about it last night, and now Hannah won't stop asking.'
Laura Lowell patted some toner onto her face, casually tied her long hair into a bun, and walked out of the bathroom. "Hannah Hale, do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
