"Hey, babe?" Emily panics, racing throughout her apartment, her platform sparkly stilettos urgently click-clacking against the tile of the hallway. "Have you seen my eyeliner?" She shouts, the terror palpable in her voice as ruffling is heard from the other room- she's probably rummaging through her drawers again.

Emily has been your on-and-off partner for about a year now, your first encounter at the concert of some niche metal band. Her vibrant pink clothing and short leopard print skirt caught your eye in a sea full of black and leather. She noticed your spot-on fried vocals singing along to her favorite song, and from there, it was a match made in heaven.

She's always thought you were dreamy, despite the stark differences between your lifestyle and hers, but the distance between her home city and your hometown is too large to have a normal relationship. That's why now, she's panicking because the two of you are almost late for the concert she's booked, the first time you've been in her city in months, all thanks to her missing eyeliner (It's on the couch right next to you).