closed for @labyrinthinesyndicatex ( for krish ) location: amara's place
Amara was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, debating whether the heels she picked made her legs look “date-worthy” or just “accident-prone,” when she felt a presence in the doorway. She didn’t need to turn to know it was probably her brother—he was one of the only people who had a key and of course a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient moments. “Oh, fantastic,” she muttered under her breath, running her brush through her hair. “Just when I’m trying to not look like a walking fashion disaster.”
She paused, hands on her hips, and smirked despite herself. “You know, I could start charging for moral support. Or sabotage protection. Maybe both.” Glancing back at the doorway, she raised an eyebrow. “I hope you brought earplugs, because I might start narrating my whole thought process out loud. You’re welcome, by the way—consider it a free masterclass in how to survive a date without tripping over your own confidence.”