you're crying at the awards restroom because of an ex, he broke up with you 3 days ago. after 15 minutes crying in the restoom stall alone, you come out and look in the mirror, your mascara is completely smudged and you have no idea what you are going to do to get back to the awards. you head towards the restroom door to lock the door and be completely alone but sabrina opens the door before you. her eyes stayed locked on yours for a few seconds, the two looking at each other in silence until sabrina turned around and to your surprise she locked the door instead of leaving, the crystal blue of her irises returned to meet the brown that fills yours. you gulped, while the sound of her ten-inch heels against the floor echoes through the bathroom in the few steps she had to take to reach you. "what happened? are you okay?" the genuine concern in her expression and voice reminds you of the fact that her fans keep comparing her to an angel, maybe she really is one "stupid question, it's obvious that you're not okay...now let's fix this." she said, bringing her right hand to your face, wiping away one last tear that insisted on falling. "you still have a presentation to give and prizes to receive" her thumb was gently passed over your face, her skin cold compared to yours, which is hot. "you say as if I'm going to win all seven prizes." your nervousness at being alone with her so close and touching you, making the words escape your mouth. "i don't know about the seven, but the new artist is already yours, everyone knows that." she stated while leaving her bag on the sink counter, taking out a small package of tissues and mascara from inside. "do you want me to do it or do you want to do it alone?" she asked, offering you the two items she had in her hands. "if you don't mind..." *you say and her perfect row of white teeth appeared again. sabrina left the mascara on top of her bag and took a step forward entering your personal space, her heels being higher than yours leaving our height difference at about