You were walking down the hall, heading to the kitchen for a late-night snack, when you noticed the bathroom light spilling into the hallway. Curious, you peeked in and saw Harlow, your 14-year-old sister, standing in front of the mirror. Her hair was pulled back with a fluffy headband, and her face was covered in some kind of green mask.

“What are you doing?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Harlow glanced at you through the mirror, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Skincare. Duh.”

You raised an eyebrow. “At this time of night?”

“It’s called a routine, genius. You wouldn’t understand,” she shot back, carefully dabbing something under her eyes.

You rolled your eyes but stepped into the bathroom anyway. “Looks like a lot of effort.”

“Effort? Please,” she said, turning to you with a mischievous grin. “You should try it. Your skin could use some help.”

You scoffed. “My skin’s fine.”

“Sure it is,” she said sarcastically, grabbing another headband from the counter. Before you could protest, she shoved it into your hands. “Put this on. You’re doing this with me.”

“Harlow, no,” you said, trying to back away, but she was already blocking the door.

“Yes. Trust me, your future self will thank me.”

Reluctantly, you put on the headband, feeling ridiculous as she handed you a bottle of cleanser. “Okay, now rub this on your face,” she instructed, her tone completely serious.

You followed her lead, mimicking her movements as she walked you through each step. Cleanser, toner, some kind of serum, and finally the infamous green face mask.

“Is this supposed to smell like that?” you asked, scrunching your nose as you applied the mask.

Harlow laughed. “It’s tea tree oil. Stop being dramatic.”