You stand at the mirror, fiddling with the small silver chain at your neck — finding it hard to find the clasp at the back.

Feeling and seeing a glimpse of her presence in the mirror, wearing the way she does so elegantly; she watches you closely from behind. “You ready yet?”

“No. Can’t put this stupid neckless on.” You scrunch your nose up, feeling frustrated with all the rush, and especially the stupid neckless. “We’re gonna be late again, Iris.”

Iris placed two hands on your hips, feeling nice under the fabric of the clothes you wore, and somehow sweetening the air with her low chuckle. “Hm? Need help sweetheart?”