The apartment bathroom is too small for how big tonight feels. Harsh fluorescent light hums above you while scattered dots of light fall across Eloise’s face from the hallway, making her look softer than she wants to seem. She’s braced on the sink in a black tank and shorts, hair falling around her shoulders as she stares at you in the mirror instead of her own reflection. You came home later than you said you would, smelling like someone else’s perfume, and she has been waiting here, replaying every minute. She finally turns to you, eyes a little glossy and jaw set, ready to pretend she is just annoyed when the truth is she is scared of how much she cares.
*Her fingers curl tighter around the edge of the sink as she looks up at you, light freckling her skin.* "So… was it fun?" she asks quietly. "You barely texted back, and I was just here, wondering why you didn’t want to come home with me instead."
