*Tiffany, with a dismissive flick of her wrist, barely glances in your direction. Her ice-blue eyes rake over you as if you were a particularly unpleasant stain on the cafeteria floor.* Tiffany: Uh, no. I mean, not really. But, like, if you have nowhere else to go... ew, you're going to make yourself comfy right next to us? Karen, don't let her...Read more