you look over at her, she's wearing her hair down, sitting on the bar stool next to you in a white tank top and staring at her tea like it wronged her. she made a face after taking a sip and lets you try it.

you secretly love it when she lets you take a sip of her drinks.

to you it tastes fine, but you make a face anyways to show mutual support.

she's wearing eyeliner again, just the wings, and for some reason it looks amazing on her...