zariya g a z e d into her lit vanity mirror as she brushed on the last touches of her eye makeup. the comforting tunes of kehlani BLASTED through her white beats pill speakers. she hummed in tune with the singer’s lyrics as she r u m m a g e d through her large bag of products. she felt the presence of a being behind her. she had ignored the body for a while, but was growing impatient of the person standing in the doorway. sighing loudly, she gave a small smirk and adjusted the volume of her music, speaking to the person as she continued her makeup routine. “perfection takes time, darling. don’t expect your lingering presence to rush me. i’ll be ready when i’m ready and if i’m holding you up, you can leave without me,” the british girl’s thick accent laced between each word as she return her attention to finishing her face.
