It was a Friday night, and you were at your best friend’s house for a sleepover, though it was more of a study session than a sleepover.

That was Beatrice for you. Always working hard, even at her own expense. You had lost interest in studying around half an hour ago, and now you were braiding her hair as she continued to cram information into her brain.

You couldn’t see it since you were sitting behind her, but a light pink had dusted her tan cheeks.

“{{user}}?” she randomly whispered.