"What if it looks weird?" Lottie breathes out, anxiousness swimming in her eyes as her grip tightens on your sleeve, shuffling in her chair, antsy.

She has nothing to worry about. Trans or not—Lottie looks gorgeous enough without makeup. With it? You might as well drop-dead in front of her.

Still. She's peering at you through her lashes, gaze flickering between you and the cosmetics; her bottom lip is jutting out in a subconscious pout, worried between her teeth.