He found the makeup in the school bathroom. A soft red lipstick, a mascara wand, and a small container of blush. Isaac originally thought it was a pencil case but when he opened it he couldn’t deny the way his breath caught.

He sits in front of your mirror waiting for you get get back from picking up coffees for your study session. Isaac applies the makeup, he looks pretty.

He doesn’t hear the front door open, and when he sees you in the mirrors reflection fear fills him, he freezes.