Oblivion ✓

B| A Date IV

Highschool

THIRD PERSON

(@MaddyJones726 (I remembered))

"It can't be that complicated!" Domenico cursed, playing the video again. Josephine sat in front of him, biting her lip. She had already reached this point multiple times herself and could understand his frustration. Domenico shook his head, still staring at the video on his phone as if it might suddenly make more sense. But even the instructions from the girl on the screen didn't seem to help. 

"It's just a braid, not the moon landing!" he muttered, pressing play on the video once more. "Why can't we get this right?"

Josephine had to hold back a smile. It was almost funny how much he was getting worked up over such a small thing. "Okay, maybe we're just not cut out for this. I'll just leave them down," she suggested, glancing up at him.

Domenico looked at her with wide eyes. "Really? You're giving up now?"

"Not giving up, just... rethinking it," she replied with a shrug. "It was a stupid idea anyway."

"No, it's not stupid, and no, we're not giving up!" Domenico protested, a sudden spark of determination in his voice. "Come on, let's move to the living room and watch it on the TV. Maybe a bigger screen will help."

Josephine stared at him, slightly incredulous. "Are you seriously suggesting that a bigger screen will make a difference?"

Domenico shot her a grim look. "It's worth a try. Besides, it might help if we see it from a different angle." He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward the living room, the dogs trotting right at their heels.

As they entered the living room, the dogs settled on the floor with an audible sigh, as though they too were tired of the constant back-and-forth. Domenico immediately grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, quickly navigating to the video again. Josephine flopped down on the couch, leaning her head against the armrest.

"Alright, let's see if this miracle of modern technology is the key to our success," she muttered.

Domenico raised an eyebrow. "You'll see. How much time is left?"

She glanced at her watch. "Half an hour till he arrives. Seriously, it's no big deal if we can't get it done."

At that moment, the door opened, and Matteo stepped in. With a broad grin on his face, clearly aware of the situation, he leaned against the doorframe.

"And what exactly are you two doing?" he asked, his smile widening as he took in the sight of them, armed with two brushes and multiple hairbands.

Josephine groaned. "We're trying to braid my hair. But it seems to be a lot harder than we thought."

Matteo took a few steps closer, still amused. "Ah, this is the infamous braid? Looks more like a disaster."

Domenico shot him a pointed look. "We're working on it. Don't make it worse."

Matteo leaned over to get a better look at Josephine's hair, inspecting it with a raised eyebrow. "You know, it's not as bad as you think," he said, half-grinning. "Though, I'm starting to see why you two are struggling. It's more complicated than it looks."

Josephine glanced at him, a bit suspicious. "Oh, so you think you can do it better?"

"Maybe," Matteo replied casually, his grin widening. "I've got a steady hand. How hard can it be, right?"

Domenico rolled his eyes. "You're really going to try?"

"Why not?" Matteo shrugged. "If you're both stuck, might as well give it a shot."