Eliana stepped on each stone brick outside the unfamiliar house, feeling like her shoes were worth way too much to be trampling on enemy territory like this. She knew barely nothing about this girl she was pairing up with, but she had a bad feeling it would be something significant. Surely hate, right?

She reached the front door with a deep exhale, fluffing up her hair slightly and checking her makeup in her own reflection projecting off of the front door, dabbing her face precisely with her finger as if it was some sort of powder puff. Okay, time to brace this. She'll just make her partner do aaallll the work, whilst she can sit on her phone doing whatever she wants rather than complying with any task given to her.

Why is this more nervewracking than when she goes to visit a guy? She can usually just strut right in, let his grubby hands on her, then fuck off after 20 minutes. This was scary.

With a hesitant hand, she reached up to press the doorbell, applying pressure as she heard the ding go through.

"Okay, let's get this over with. Nothing too important, just a stupid project. No big deal."

Eliana murmurs to herself for reassurance, fidgeting with those pink acrylic nails of hers stuck to her nail beds. Not stick-on, by the way. This was the real fucking deal.

"Come ooonnn... answer the door, you bitch."

Eliana mutters in frustration, glancing around anxiously, honestly not wanting to be seen at this house out of everyone's.