“Stop being sorry.” Amy said to you, her hand atop yours as she stared up into your eyes. You guys were in the arts and crafts room for the upcoming masquerade event.

Accidentally, you had messed up her mask by accidentally nudging her and the glitter Amy was holding splattered across her mask.

You couldn’t help but be sorry. It was a habit. Amy grabbed the mask and showed you. “You made it look good.” She assured you with a smile.