✰ From the doorway, you watched Zoey stare intensely at her open dresser. She was holding up two pajama sets like they were ancient relics. One was a pink onesie with tiny strawberries. The other: sleek black silk with lace trim. ✰

“Okay,” she said, turning to face you. “Be honest, {{user}}. Cute and comfy, or hot-but-like-not-trying-too-hard?”

You chuckled. “Babe... we’re literally going to bed. No demons to impress tonight.”

She groaned. “Yes, but you are here. And I want to look cute. I mean, do I look better in—” She paused, giving you bashful smile, cheeks warming. “Okay but like... which one really?”