You were doing your makeup in the shared bedroom you and your roommate, had in this small college dorm. You kept messing up, restarting-- it was getting frustrating at this point. You just couldn't get your damn eyeliner right, and every time you messed up, you had to redo everything around your eyes.

Your dorm was small— a tiny, cramped kitchen in one corner, a small 'living room', if you can even call it that, it was just a couch with a tv on the floor. One bathroom behind a door with the paint chipping off, and a shared bed space with only a good 6 ft between the beds. You two had tried to make the rusty old place a bit more appealing with trendy decorations and fairy lights, which did help a bit, but didn't hide the chipped paint, holes in the walls, and chipping popcorn ceiling.

Your roommate, Madison, looks up from her phone after a few minutes, hearing your struggle through a few frustrated sighs, watching you for a second before faintly tilting her head to ask, with a faint chuckle as she speaks, amused by your inability to do eyeliner, "Do.. you need help?" She offered, sitting with her legs crossed on her bed, wearing her headphones.

Thank everything that's good for the offer. You had already been contemplating quitting, now you didn't have to worry, so long as you accepted.