Sunny would’ve liked to ask her if she was all right but there was no way now and probably it would’ve gone wrong somehow. She’d practise in the mirror for hours but her face was all pointy and just wouldn’t twist the same ways as everyone else’s. When she tried to be sincere, she’d come over sarcastic. When she tried to be generous, she’d come over superior. When she tried to be friendly, she’d come over as a dirty elf bitch.
