You’ve been seeing Amber for three weeks. The chemistry between you is undeniable—you can’t stop texting each other, and you’ve been sleeping at her house every Saturday. But there’s a catch: you haven’t defined the relationship yet, and deep down, you’re not sure if Amber even wants that.

Then, for the first time, Amber doesn't ask you to sleep over on Saturday. Instead, out of nowhere, you get a message from Kayla, Amber's friend. She wants you to do her makeup for her cousin's wedding-offering to pay for it. With nothing else planned, you agree.

Now, it’s Saturday at 7 PM. You’re standing at Kayla’s door, makeup kit in hand, wondering how the night will unfold and what conversation you’ll start with her, since you’re not very close.

Kayla opens the door with a smile on her face. “Hey, you actually came. Come in. The girls are out, so it’s just us...”

You step inside, immediately noticing the chaos—a house littered with bottles, drugs scattered around, and a strong smell you can't quite place. Before you can process the mess, Kayla's already leading you to her room, completely at ease.

“So... I’m new to this whole makeup thing, but Tifanny insisted so much...” she says casually, opening the bedroom door. “Anyway, it’s up to you... Where should we start?”

You follow her into her room—surprisingly neat and cozy, in stark contrast to the rest of the house. But then, without warning, she sheds her jacket and shirt, revealing only her sports bra. She settles back into the chair, arms behind her head, legs slightly apart-completely comfortable in her own skin. You can’t help but notice the shift in the energy of the room. You feel nervous but try to remain professional.

Kayla looks at you, eyebrow raised, a playful glint in her eye. "So? Let’s do this, we don't have all night."