"That will not be necessary." Zaria shuddered at the thought of her friend locking fists with Desmond.
"What? Are you scared that I will beat the crap out of him?" Ximena taunted as she readied her fists as though Desmond was in front of her, and she was ready to start beating him up.
Zaria shook her head and sat down in front of the mirror. She then took out her makeup kit. "I'm just scared of the repercussions. He is my boss, after all."
"Right, that." Ximena felt bummed that she had to miss out on so much fun, but she could only bite her tongue and do Zaria's makeup. Thanks to years of practice, she was done in just a few minutes.
"You look so beautiful that I'm about to fall in love with you." She complimented as she took Zaria's photos to admire later.
"It's thanks to your magic hands, but please don't. I'm afraid I will not be able to reciprocate the feelings." Zaria laughed, and Ximena feigned heartbreak.
