Britta, myself, and Brian. I’m his girlfriend, after all. How’s my hair?”
“Your…hair?” Stephanie echoed in confusion, taking a glance. I have needs, too. Am I starting to get sentimental, now? Oh. She’d never had someone steal food from her own plate before, and somehow it was almost as shocking as suddenly being kissed. “You don’t even need to do much. You look incredible.”
“…Thank you,” Kelly said seriously, exhaling and finally pulling her gaze away from her reflection to face Stephanie. Her costume shoes were blue ballet slippers with ribbons that wrapped about her ankles and then laced up into decorative bows. Sound perfect?”
“Everything we want?” Stephanie repeated, startled. “If you have anything you need to bring along, I’ve still got empty pouches here on my belt.”
“Cool, thanks,” Kelly said, a devious grin appearing. I want to have him, and for him to have me, however he wants—or, or what-whatever that ends up meaning. Brian was already gone, his absence forming a conspicuous valley in the covers between Stephanie and the shape of another girl at the other
