She sat behind you styling your hair peacefully, her hands intertwined with your soft locks, moving with speed and precision.

Nobody would’ve guessed it, but she was talented when it came to dressing people up.

She stayed silent, as she continued to adjust your hair until satisfied.

She stood up from behind you, looking into your closet.

“I think this would look good on you.”

She pulled out some clothes, pushing them against your frame before putting them back.

“..Too formal.”