Flávia turns at the sound of my laughter. To my surprise, she grins.

“It’s not that funny,” she says, once my giggles have finally subsided. She reaches up and runs a hand over the silver unicorn horn at the top of her onesie. “It’s cute, right?”

“Why are you wearing that?”

She shrugs. “You seemed … I don’t know, self-conscious about changing into those. I thought me wearing this might put you at ease.” She avoids my eyes as she says this, like admitting she wants to put me at ease is too much vulnerability for her. It does make my heart soar in a way I definitely don’t want it to. Because the whole getting-over-Flávia thing is not supposed to go like this. She’s not supposed to make me feel at ease.

“I need to take a picture.” I reach for my phone and turn the camera to her, but her hands fly up to cover her face.

“No way, you are not taking a photo of me like this.”

“Come on, I won’t show anyone!”

“Nope. No way. Not happening.”

I put the phone down and heave a sigh.

“Fine, fine. I won’t take a photo.”

She lets her hands drop and flashes me a smile. Before she has the chance to move another muscle, I pick up my phone and snap a quick photo.

“Hey!” she cries, lunging toward me to take the phone out of my hands. I dodge, slipping out of her grasp and climbing onto the bed. I stand up tall, on my tip toes, and raise the phone above me. It almost touches the ceiling.

Of course it’s pointless, because Flávia climbs up after me and she’s at least a few inches taller than I am. She towers over me.

“I promise I won’t show anyone!” I say again.

“I definitely don’t believe you!” She lunges for the phone. Both of us topple onto the bed. The phone slips out of my grasp, crashing onto the floor, but I barely register it because Flávia is on top of me. Her face is inches away from mine. Her hair brushes against my chest, still damp from the rainwater.

“S-sorry,” I mumble. She shakes her head. I can see every bounce of her curls. And when she stops, I can make out the flecks of gold in her eyes.

She inches closer until there’s barely any space between us.

“Hello?”

Chyna’s voice makes Flávia jump off of me as if I’m a house on fire. Chyna pushes the door fully open just as I manage to sit up. Flávia looks at her with wide eyes and a flush on her cheeks.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice comes out a little breathless.