Paris looked up at her former best friend as she slid into the chair across from her. She frowned slightly at Nicole's drastic weightloss, wanting to reach out and say something, anything, but knowing it wasn't really her place anymore.
Maybe before the fight she could've helped Nicole out, but with the way things were between them... it wasn't likely Nicole would listen.
"Thanks for coming," Paris said quietly.
"It's ok," Nicole replied, adjusting her hat low over her face. She pushed her sunglasses further up on her nose, trying not to draw attention to herself. No doubt the paparazzi were having a field day seeing Nicole and Paris together - with no blood shed.
"So," Paris went on. "I know..."
"Look, things were said and done, ok? But whatever, let's not dwell, yeah? Things won't be the same, I don't even know if they CAN be the same, but, I don't want to keep fighting," Nicole cut in.
Paris gave a little smile. "Yeah. So, Big Brother?"
"I'll do it," Nicole replied. "But with us... let's just not jump right back into it."
"Ok," the blonde agreed. "But can we... can we try?"
Nicole looked at the girl who was once her best friend, her sister, her twin and shrugged. "Yeah. We can try. We just need time. Thanks for the coffee."
The shorter girl pushed her chair back and stood up, throwing down a few bills on the table.
"I'll call you about the Big Brother thing," Paris said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Sure."