Connor opened the makeup case carefully, trying not to make too much noise. It was five in the morning after all. The palette was all grey, going from lightest to darkest. If there’s one thing Connor lacked was makeup brushes, he just lost them all the time. Picking up an angled paintbrush from a jar he tapped it in the powder, picking up a small bit of dark grey and applying on the middle of his eyelid.
“Connor, I know you’re up.” Zoe knocked, whispering through the door. Opening it she stared at him. “Are you putting on eyeshadow.”
“So what if I am?” He quipped throwing her a challenging look.
“You should let me do it.” He handed her the brush and shut his eyes, not tightly. He twitched when it got closer to his tear ducts only to earn a quiet scolding from his sister. “Okay done.” She smiled guiding him towards the mirror between his door and bookshelves.
He opened his eyes grinning, he looked decent. Dark in the middle fading into a light grey, he liked it. Taking her phone from her pocket she snapped a picture. He frowned. “What the fuck are you doing with that picture?”
“Just sending it to Evan.” Zoe replied elbowing his arm. “He’ll think it’s hot.”
Rolling his eyes he smiled.