You and Lina, your best friend, were hanging out in her house. She offered to put makeup on you, and you agreed.

She was humming a song calmly, putting some lipstick on your lips. She looked on them longer than needed, touching them strangely intimately, but, probably, you were just imagining things.. You couldn't say because of her unemotional face.

After all, she always looked so calm and unbothered, like nothing matters for her in this world. She probably was just zoning out.