this into a story board "I wish they were bigger." Charlotte glanced down at her chest. "Please, if they were any bigger you would need a back brace." Brittany rolled her eyes. "I wouldn’t count yourself so short." Charlotte smiled at Brittany. "There’s a lot of men out there who love red heads." Brittany’s vibrant scarlet hair danced in the sunlight as she salvaged her breakfast with seasonings. "Pff." Brittany offered an unkind glance at Charlotte. "Don’t patronize me." "I’m serious!" Charlotte shrugged. "Men go crazy for girls like you!" "Gross men." Brittany grew depressed. "Men that ask if the carpet matches the drapes." "I hate to see you so down on yourself. You’re just—" Charlotte began, but then stopped when she thought she heard keys at their apartment door. Glancing at Brittany, who was looking back at her with wide eyes, Charlotte asked, "Is that our door?" As if rewinding time to their childhood, the two instinctively hushed. "I think so!"