Lola is like one of those cartoons when it comes to emotions—you can read each and every one on her face at any given moment. Right now, I can almost see one of those cartoon thermometers on top of her head, the red creeping up the lines as her anger rises. It’s going to explode soon. I bet she’s fucking gorgeous when she explodes, lets go of the tight reins she has on being prim and proper and sweet as pie.
