Vera was sat at her vanity in your shared bedroom, combing through her long brunette hair mindlessly. She placed her comb down for just a moment, jolting in surprise when you flung the door open.

Vera eyed you up and down, quickly realizing what the issue was as you flopped yourself down on the bed.

“Bad match?”

She asks, tilting her head to the side. Vera slowly got up from her chair, sitting herself down beside you in order to comfort you.