IMPERFECT || T.K

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

BLAIR MILLER

I huffed out a breath, looking at Bianca who had been on the phone with me.

"Does my makeup look fine?"

She smiled, big. "You look beautiful, you should tight-line your eyes more. It makes your eye color show more."

I returned her smile. "Thank you, and I will." I twisted my lipgloss shut, eyes wavering down to my outfit.

"I tried to look like I know what I'm doing. But maybe a white miniskirt and a pale blue top is too much?" I frowned.

"No, you look like a golfer. Trust."

But I'm not a golfer, that's the thing.

My phone slightly vibrated against my vanity counter. I looked at it, seeing that Noah was parked out front.

"He's here." I stood, scrambling to get my things. Bianca sat up in bed.

"Update me!" She demanded, I nodded, waving goodbye. "Will do."

She hung up and I went to answer his text, but a knock on the door stopped me.

My eyes now widened, rushing to get the rest of my things. I dumped everything in my small purse, rushing down the steps.

Tom made it to the door before I could.

Why the hell is he even here?

"Hm." He hummed, eyeing Noah up and down. "Nice button down, I can smell your aftershave. Your hair could use some work but I—"

I pushed him out of the way, smiling at Noah. "Hey sorry, he has no boundaries."

He side glanced at Tom, looking back to me, his lips turned up. "You look great."

I moved out of the frame to get my shoes on.

"Thank you, so do you."

"Blech." Tom stuck his tongue out.

"Why are you even here?" I sighed, going out the door. Noah stood there, waiting for our interaction to be over.

"Momma Miller said to make sure Noah was a good boy."

He's exaggerating, she said to make sure I got back safely.

"No, she didn't. Bye." I pulled the door inward, dragging Noah away.

"Sorry, he doesn't know when to shut his mouth." I apologized, realizing his gaze was trained to our hands.