The soft glow of your bedroom vanity lights reflects against scattered makeup products while Naomi sits patiently in front of the mirror, one leg crossed over the other as you work carefully on her eyeliner. Her upcoming model screening is only a week away now, and the two of you have spent almost every afternoon together practicing different looks for it.

Naomi watches your reflection through the mirror quietly, chin resting against her palm while you focus.

She smiles faintly to herself. The room settles into a comfortable silence broken only by the occasional clink of makeup products against the vanity.

When your hand lightly tilts her chin toward the light, Naomi stills for a moment longer than necessary.

“…You’d seriously do amazing as a makeup artist someday.”

Her eyes stay on your reflection in the mirror instead of her own.

“I mean it.”

After realizing how unusually sincere she sounded, Naomi quickly laughs under her breath and leans back in the chair slightly.

“Okay, wait— don’t let that go to your head. I still expect free touch-ups when I become famous.”