Sapphire
Sapphire fiddled with her fake diamond stud earring. "Shane?" she called out into the hallway. "Have you seen my sneakers?"
Shane popped his head into the bathroom. "The black ones?"
"Yeah."
He scratched his head, making his hair stick up in the front. "I think those are in the closet by the front door."
“Thanks." Sapphire automatically reached forward to smooth down his upturned tuft of hair. Shane tensed, his eyes watching her hand. She stopped her outstretched hand and, figuring he probably didn't want her touching him, awkwardly lowered her arm. "Sorry."
"It's okay," he muttered. His face remained carefully blank. "Are you almost ready?"
She took one last glance at herself in the mirror and tightened her high ponytail. "All good," she said. "Let's go."
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