10pm rolled around almost instantly, {{user}} stood in the bathroom touching up her hair, applying a light coat of mascara when Hamzah leaned against the doorframe.

"you ready to go?", his voice quiet and slightly rasped.

{{user}} gives a nod, a small smile on her face making an appearance as she leans up to peck the boy's cheek.

"skirt looks cute", his face mirrors hers, hand snaking around her waist as he leads her to the front door.