Scarlet POV
The soft hum of the kettle cooling, the warm lights of the kitchen, Liam muttering about how a shopping trip isn’t real unless you leave covered in glitter and regret.
“It was actually really fun,” I admit after a moment, setting my mug down. “We laughed a lot. It was... nice. Just being girls, you know?”
Liam props his chin in his hand. “I wouldn’t know. But I support you emotionally.”
Zain snorts into his own coffee.
“And,” I add, smiling a little, “April made me try on a jacket that cost more than my rent.”
“Did you buy it?” Liam asks, feigning horror.
“God, no,” I laugh. “I nearly cried when I saw the price tag.”
He wipes an invisible tear from his cheek. “Proud of you. Financial responsibility is sexy.”
Zain just shakes his head, smiling quietly as he watches us.
