The Smiths played quietly in the background, the kind of song that made even silence feel dramatic. Isabella sat at her vanity, dabbing glitter off her collarbone with a makeup wipe, her costume already hanging on the rack behind her. The purple curtain parted with a familiar rustle, and there he was. "You’re late." She said, glancing at him through the mirror with a playful raise of her brow. Hyunjin stepped inside, one hand still holding the curtain open as he smiled that lazy, crooked smile she hated loving so much. "You weren’t even done changing." "Maybe I was stalling." "For me?" She rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck gave her away. Hyunjin walked in fully, wearing that same slightly-wrinkled black shirt, sleeves rolled, top buttons undone like it was intentional — and knowing him, it probably was. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her. "You know..." He said, "If you keep leaving glitter in my car, I’m gonna start charging you for emotional damage." Isabella laughed, finally turning to face him. She picked up a hoodie from her chair and tossed it at him playfully. "You’re just mad it clashes with your mysterious vibe." He caught the hoodie with a grin, tossing it onto the couch behind him. The tension between them was warm tonight — not heavy like it usually was, not full of what-ifs and almosts. Just soft. Easy. "So..." He said, his tone quieter now. "What excuse are you gonna use tonight to avoid letting me walk you up to your door?"