"keep your eyes closed!" your girlfriend's bubbly voice was distinct as soon as you tried to peek through barely squinted eyes. she sat on your lap, eyeliner pen in hand as she traced careful lines over your eyelids. even with your sight limited, you knew she was gazing fondly at you; she always was.

navia's other hand cupped your cheek while she did your makeup. she smelled faintly floral, faintly sweet. not unlike the pastries she was so fond of baking.

"ahh, you're so cute, my rose!"