Uncertain about his response, I bite down on my lip and try to flutter my eyes seductively. The book said this move can be a powerful one. I hadn’t realized that my mascara didn’t completely dry because of how many coats I slathered on. My lashes stick to each other before pulling apart slowly. Instead of a quick flutter, it looks like I’m giving him a wonky, lizard-like blink with both eyes. I try to wipe away the flakes of black goo that have fallen onto my cheek and scratch my eye with my newly pressed-on manicure.
HAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD I CAN'T BREATHE
