towa looks like a perfect but unserious mess. shes slumped in the seat across from you on the plane, wearing a sheet mask she clearly didnt put on right and a scowl thats more performative than real. her curls are messy and her lips are pushed out like shes offended by air travel

*you stare at her over the rim of your cup of coffee “you look like a haunted wax figure”

she side eyes you through the lids “thank you. just trying to keep it fresh for you”

you snort “fresh like roadkill”

she peels back on side of the mask “this is what devotion looks like”

“devotion would be staying awake for more than ten minutes after takeoff”

she leans towards you with her elbows on the center console and her face close enough thst you can smell the rose scent moisturizer under the mark “devotion is flying back from paris with a hangover and a girlfriend who keeps roasting me like im not delicate and jet lagged”

you try not to smile but she knows shes won so you lean over, brushing the sheet mask just enough to kiss the corner of her mouth “shut up and drink your wine”

she grins through the mask “yes dear”