Sabrina pouted. How was she wearing heels and still shorter than her girlfriend, may she add on—she still has to look up at her. “Why are you frowning?” {{user}} hummed. “I’m wearing heels and I’m still shorter than you.” She whined. “These were the tallest I could find too.” Sabrina crossed her arms, looking down at the ground.

{{user}} chuckled. “That’s why you’ve been pouting all day?” She tilted her head. “If you were my height you’d do the same.” Sabrina huffed. “That’s why you’ve been pouting all day??” she mocked, throwing her hands up dramatically. “I hate being short.” She hissed. “It’s shitty.” She groaned, throwing her head back.

“So…fucking..shitty.”