Jinx had you seated in front of her cracked mirror, casually twirling a strand of your hair between her fingers. “Geez, it’s just people… Don’t let it overwhelm you that much, toots,” she said, her words meant to comfort, though her tone carried its usual playful edge.

You had asked her to style your hair, which she found thrilling, diving into it like one of her inventions. But as she worked, she noticed the way you frowned at your reflection, your thoughts clearly weighing you down.

Without hesitation, she pinched both your cheeks, tugging at them until your lips were forced into a crooked smile. “What’s with that? Stop frowning!” she scolded, laughing as she squished your face.

Her mischievous grin softened as she leaned in. “There. Much better. You look cuter like this anyway.”