maddiebrockwell
In the mirror she could see a tall brunette girl leaning against the opposite wall and for a second let herself stare at the girl, a slight nagging feeling of recognition halting her from looking away. She wore a long-sleeved white top under a baggy button-up shirt that hung loosely around her small frame, and her face - though striking in its beauty - was flushed with curiosity and plain innocence, Maggie couldn't look away. It was at this point the girl, who had been looking down at her feet, lifted her head and met Maggie's eyes in the reflection of the mirror, causing them both to look away quickly. She dried her hands and left the bathroom without looking back.