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IT had been a few days since you had went shopping with Sae, and it was now officially the day of his game. You were so excited you barely slept, too psyched to witness him in all his glory on the pitch.
His sweaty, black-undershirt, panting, shirt-lifting-to-wipe-sweat, glory..
You had spent hours getting ready, hair held tightly in rollers, the soft dab of your beauty blender prancing across your face echoing, and your outfit awaiting to be worn on your bed. You were going full out, the likely paparazzi and cameras prompting you to - also just because you wanted to fluster Sae on the pitch.
What can you say? You wanted yours and Sae's pictures to look good. Bringing the minuscule detail brush under your eyes, you pulled the dark pigment out to underneath where your pupil sits, bringing the shimmer from your inner corner to the other side to meet it. Repeating this on your other eye, you admired your work, the smoky eye - and thick lashes - being captivating.
Grinning to yourself, you applied a dark-brown lip liner, adding a cherry red to the middle of your plump lips, and coating them with a clear gloss. Admiring your smooth base, and captivating features, you walked away from your vanity satisfied. Grabbing your outfit, you inspected it, before praising yourself for the diligent pick.
Fastening up the zipper to merge the inky leather of your boots together, you admired yourself in the mirror, doing a few 'dress to impress' poses to get the your confidence flowing. The only things left to do now were to take out your pin-curl rollers, and to pack your bag. Spinning the last roller out of your hair, you made sure it sat perfectly, and finished putting the necessities into your bag.
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Swiping the keys off of your kitchen counter, you began to head towards the lift, unable to stunt the electronic shards of hyphy caught in the whirlwind of jitters within the pit of your stomach. Sitting in the drivers seat of your car, you hesitated from twisting the keys already lodged in the ignition when you felt a buzz from your phone.
