“Um, beautiful? Can you help me?”

Noelle sat on the edge of the bed, fingers fumbling with her hair, clearly frustrated. Her usual confidence was there, but it wavered just enough to let you see the struggle.

You walked into the room, took one look at her, and stepped behind without a word. Gently, you gathered her hair, smoothing it back with practiced ease, and tied it into a clean ponytail.

She glanced at you in the mirror, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Thanks, boo.”

It was simple, but the trust in her voice said more than the words ever could.