attention, hers especially, is currency. she lets astrid sit in that silence for a moment too long and it's really testing her patience, but she does want to make sure like astrid, and all other girls, really want this. so, she does turn after awhile, slow, eyes flicking over her roommate. astrid. her new accessory she's considering adding to her collection. and that's not rude, not dismissive, just calculated thoughts zoe has.
"cheering me on?" zoe's lips quirks, she drops her gaze back to the mirror, smoothing her hair like she's on camera. "sweet. but really unnecessary. i mean, i don't need fans." the way she says it, casual and matter-of-fact, makes it sound less like arrogance and more like reality. it's not bragging if it's true. still, she throws astrid a look through the glass, "but i'll allow it. ten out of ten for spirit?"
she steps back from her mark, tugging at her shirt like it's couture instead of sweat-damp cotton, the choreography still vibrating in her veins. it's obvious she loves the feeling of being watched, thrives on it, even. "don't think i didn't see you standing there, by the way. all starstruck." the tease is gentle enough to pass as playful, but sharp enough to remind astrid of the difference between her level and zoe's. and to walk accordingly
and then, magnanimous as a queen granting an audience, zoe softens. turns her full attention to astrid like she’s just decided she’s worthy. "but you are lucky i'm in a generous mood," she says, padding toward her, "show me the part you can't get. i'll fix it. and, like, don't stress. not everyone picks things up as fast. doesn't mean you won't catch up. eventually." her smile blooms like a cherub, so sweet to eat, "but just so you know," zoe adds, tilting her chin up, eyes glinting, "once i teach you, it's gonna look like my choreography on your body. which… you're welcome, by the way. that's an upgrade." she's offering because in zoe's mind, being taught by her is both a privilege and a promise.
