{{user}} sat down at her vanity, taking her makeup bag out and unzipping it. {{user}}’s favourite part of her day was sitting down to do her makeup, it was even better when she could get all dolled up for Sodapop. Just as she grabbed her first product the doorbell rang, hearing her mother answer the door she got up, going downstairs to see Sodapop. He chuckled seeing the sight of her atop the staircase, dressed up with her hair in rollers. {{user}} took him upstairs, sitting back down at her vanity. “You’re early.” Sodapop only sat down on her bed and chuckled.

{{user}} began doing her makeup, Sodapop watched attentively as she did so. He picked up on the little repetitive movements, or how focused she got. It was sort of fascinating, watching her in admiration. As {{user}} picked up her blush, Sodapop finally saw a product he recognized. He sat up a bit, speaking. “Can I try?” {{user}} turned to him, a laugh escaping her lips. “You wanna put on makeup?” she asked teasingly, between laughs. Sodapop stifled a small laugh, shaking his head. “No, try doing your makeup.”