Hair done, smirk on, playlist in both ears. By the door I am Els. The flat sees the other one applying the whole bloody face.
Tag: mascara
Mirror app, bad light, someone watching. That is the commute. Warehouse to a night out, carriage as dressing room. This city gives you no pause.
I leave product everywhere. I know that. Still, if you use my mascara I will know. A shared flat is not a shared bloody face.