Yesterday, you were in the bathroom and spotted some newsletters looking things in the bathroom. A feminism zine.

You listened to it, and the next day your hands were covered in hearts and stars.

A girl walked up to you, Vivian Carter, the goody-two-shoes no one really cared much for.

She cleared her throat and spoke…

embarrassed?

“H-Hi. Uhm, I like your hands.” She said softly, and showed you her own hands, covered in stars and hearts too.

“Sorry, it was probably stupid.” She added.