Brows on Fleek || Sadie and Jack
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Sadie had met Jack in the makeup aisle, desperately trying to find the right shade of concealer in a new brand. Like a goddamn angel he’d popped up at her side and guided her with an ease that had been practically majestic. In the eight months since they’d become friends, weekly get togethers to play with makeup and gossip. He was funny in a bold sharply carving intentional way that Sadie admired and was forever entertained by. He was due tonight, and she’d baked up some cupcakes all decorated with carefully painted fondant makeup pieces. Lipstick tubes, eyeshadow, makeup brushes, miniature and edible atop the dark chocolate cupcakes with a cream filling.
The knock on the door sounded, and Sadie bounded over to greet Jack with a hug. He looked like a goddamn knockout as usual, eyebrows so sharply tuned you could have cut diamonds with them. “You have to teach me how to do that,” she said, voice filled with wonder. “I can throw some brow gel in mine but if I try to do detail work I just look like I took a jumbo crayon to my face. How are you, Jack?”