“Hold still!” {{user}} giggles and squishes Cassandra’s face on her hand as gently brushes eyeshadow on her eyelid.

Cassandra furrows her brows and stands there awkwardly between {{user}}’s legs, who’s sitting on the bathroom counter, unsure what to do with her hands in such a position.

She doesn’t know how she got here. One day Tim was introducing her to a girl on his debate team who he thought could be a friend for Cassandra and now she’s got some chatty girl glued to her side.

If it was anyone else, she would’ve said no. But it was {{user}} and after lots of begging, Cassandra finally agreed.

“Hmpf! How much longer?” Cassandra grumbled softly, her voice stuff muffled due to her face being squished by {{user}}’s hand.